618J - ONE OF MINES Lyrics

Let's go, let's go
Like, hold on
You already know what it is when you hear that hold on
Like, what?
Talk to em' J let's go
Like, talk to em' J like hold on
I'm loose in the party, I'm acting a fool
Don't get it twisted I still got my tool
He play with the gang then he meetin' his doom
I'm about to up, yo, bro, make room
The clip like a ruler, let's take em' to school
She said I'm a dog, got me feelin' like scoob
He get sent outer of space, and he up on the moon
We make it hot like the middle of June
And this fire work like the 4th of July
You better not run up like, why would you try
You better not diss on my brodie you already know me, You reach for my chain you gon' die
Ain't no cap in my rap, no, I don't got a lie
He said that its smoke, but he never gon' slide
I post with the .40 outside like I'm homeless
I bet he get sent if he touch one of mine
Posted up like a mailbox you know the shells hot
He thought he was shiesty, we aim at his dreadlock
I keep a shiesty I know that the feds watch
She know I got young money I make a bed rock
Clip make him dance like he makin' a TikTok
I stay with that hammer just like it's a toolbox
Spinning they set and I came in with two glocks
We hit him up, I ain't talkin' no
What? Hold on
Pockets fat like Biggie
I got the sitchy. I cannot get jiggy
Step in the party, I feel like a gamma. I came with my hammer, if they movin' mixy
I done got sturdy, I got this hoe litty
She see all my chains and she wanna go with me
We talk about shots yeah you know I got plenty he playin' with me, then he higher than Whitney
Choppa sing like Bobby, came with a Roddy
Playin' with me, then we stoppin' yo' heartbeat
Shooting so much man they need to come guard me
I'm in the party like finna rob me
Come try and do it they findin' yo' body
Bro in the cut and he movin' real oppy
At this point I'm so tough I don't think they can stop me
But let me TP, cause they think that I'm cocky
Like hold on
Now I'm back on that shh
Just like it's broadway, we light up they strip
I'm gettin' money, I'm feelin' like Mitch, but I ride for my guys, ain't no way I'ma switch
We talkin' a switch, I got one on this blick
You shoot underhand if the blick got a kick
Tell em pop out cause I'm makin' it
Tell em I'm pop out cause I'm makin' it lit(Like what)
I'm loose from the party, I'm actin' a fool
Don't get it twisted I still got my tool
He play with the gang then he meetin' his doom
I'm bout' to up yo' bro, make room
The clip like a ruler, let's take em' to school
She said I'm a dog, got me feelin' like scoob
He get sent outer space, yeah, he up on the moon
We make it hot like the middle of June
And this fire work like the 4th of July
You better not run up like why would you try
You better not diss on my brodie you already know me You reach for my chain, you gon' die
Ain't no cap in my rap no I don't gotta lie
He said that it's smoke, but he never gon' slide
I post with the 40 outside like I'm homeless I bet he get sent if he touch one of mine
Like what?
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on
Gang,
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
It's Mr. You know who I be Mr. Face of the city man
Like hol' on. Gang, gang, gang, gang