You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah
Too grown, I bought that, oh
Yeah
(That's a good one, Pete)
Yeah, yeah
I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face
They hope I fall off, ain't no way
I might be alright, but it ain't okay
Niggas got left, niggas went right
I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same
They run they lips, I put my pep in the step
And my foot on the pedal, the Range
Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game
You said they gon' drop and it better be flame
Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained
My top five top, in love with her brain
Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain
I'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame
Dressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace
Pull out the title, yeah, right
Hope that these lil' niggas really wanna race
I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say
Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax
This some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face
Made it to the light, they still throwin' shade
I was locked up takin' chips for a trade
I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage
These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight
Talkin' to God in the middle of the day
Ain't no human bein' determine my fate
The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate
That lil' body Benz, I know what you pay
(Yeah-ayy)
Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)
Don't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)
She suck it when we stop at the light
These rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)
Get dressed and pop out in the night
Too trim, I got 'em enticed
on one tonight Video (MV)
"On One Tonight" is a song by American rapper Gunna from his fifth studio album One of Wun (2024). It was produced by Kenny Stuntin and Nash.
The song is about Gunna being successful and committed to thrive in spite of the criticism he has received; he confronts his critics who expect his downfall.
Alphonse Pierre of Pitchfork noted the song as an example in which Gunna is "making songs that sound like catchy Gunna songs of the past—he's still able to float on these laid-back, skittering ATL trap variants while reading straight off his SSENSE receipt—but they don't feel like them." Pierre stated that "He's made 'On One Tonight,' with its humming beat and limp croons, a dozen times before".
-Wikipedia
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GunnaThe song is about Gunna being successful and committed to thrive in spite of the criticism he has received; he confronts his critics who expect his downfall.
Alphonse Pierre of Pitchfork noted the song as an example in which Gunna is "making songs that sound like catchy Gunna songs of the past—he's still able to float on these laid-back, skittering ATL trap variants while reading straight off his SSENSE receipt—but they don't feel like them." Pierre stated that "He's made 'On One Tonight,' with its humming beat and limp croons, a dozen times before".
-Wikipedia
From Album: One Of Wun
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 1:30
Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Kenneth Redfield
Produced by: Kenny Stuntin, Nash
Released: May 9th, 2024
Year: 2024
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You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah
Too grown, I bought that, oh
Yeah
(That's a good one, Pete)
Yeah, yeah
I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face
They hope I fall off, ain't no way
I might be alright, but it ain't okay
Niggas got left, niggas went right
I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same
They run they lips, I put my pep in the step
And my foot on the pedal, the Range
Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game
You said they gon' drop and it better be flame
Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained
My top five top, in love with her brain
Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain
I'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame
Dressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace
Pull out the title, yeah, right
Hope that these lil' niggas really wanna race
I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say
Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax
This some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face
Made it to the light, they still throwin' shade
I was locked up takin' chips for a trade
I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage
These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight
Talkin' to God in the middle of the day
Ain't no human bein' determine my fate
The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate
That lil' body Benz, I know what you pay
(Yeah-ayy)
Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)
Don't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)
She suck it when we stop at the light
These rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)
Get dressed and pop out in the night
Too trim, I got 'em enticed
Too grown, I bought that, oh
Yeah
(That's a good one, Pete)
Yeah, yeah
I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face
They hope I fall off, ain't no way
I might be alright, but it ain't okay
Niggas got left, niggas went right
I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same
They run they lips, I put my pep in the step
And my foot on the pedal, the Range
Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game
You said they gon' drop and it better be flame
Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained
My top five top, in love with her brain
Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain
I'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame
Dressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace
Pull out the title, yeah, right
Hope that these lil' niggas really wanna race
I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say
Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax
This some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face
Made it to the light, they still throwin' shade
I was locked up takin' chips for a trade
I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage
These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight
Talkin' to God in the middle of the day
Ain't no human bein' determine my fate
The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate
That lil' body Benz, I know what you pay
(Yeah-ayy)
Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)
Don't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)
She suck it when we stop at the light
These rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)
Get dressed and pop out in the night
Too trim, I got 'em enticed
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Kenneth Redfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
