Joe Mafia - This One lyrics

[Chorus: Joe Mafia] This one, for them fake cats, fronting like it's all love Running round, thinking sh** sweet, yo This one, for them words that wanna break my stride Canive, smile and they wish I died, yo This one, for them n***as with scared money amongst me That love to see me bleeding in the street, though This one, for them crackers trynna beat me 'cross the head With that bullsh**, it's on the heart, yo, this one [Joe Mafia] f** rap n***a, straight off the record I hold western, stink and petty get you cough in me Lollypop kids do bids, and come home willing Third stripe pending felongs, pumping on wellon n***as talk more than b**hes, wooly poot n***as Suit n***as, straight tie and suit n***as, shoot n***as Pissy drunk, dice games in the bootleg of this one Stack your funds, hold guns, and school b**hes, duke, listen Ain't nothing new, I seen your kind before, do the math f** you got a screwface for? You a candy a** Cash ya a** off a couple of packs, palm spitting Million dollar raps relax, my name ringing Jingling, got strength, plus ya mob respects, and nines and techs All my real n***as dead or in the state correct', keep the cake correct Bang the sh** up in your whip until you break your neck n***as straight up respect, dude, sorry, I got money It's funny, after f**ing with you, fronting with crumsb, see Edward Scissorhands, your plans, and snatch a** with it I left you warning with a dun, and cats, it's best opinion [Chorus] This one, for them fake cats, fronting like it's all love Running round, thinking sh** sweet, yo This one, for them words that wanna break my stride Canive, smile and they wish I died, yo This one, for them n***as with scared money amongst me That love to see me bleeding in the street, though This one, for them crackers trynna beat me 'cross the head With that bullsh**, it's on the heart, yo, this one [Joe Mafia] I got that fire and I ain't fronting with it If you ain't down with this, then you ain't f**ing with it That's how I feel for real, ain't nothing else to that, but Drugs and s*uts, you can get touched n***as need to collapse, slash, the Cash Rule Divine ruled, universal t**ng, networking Fool got something to prove, moving out fast No doubt'll blow out, get your wig blown out Up inside a house, four thousand and a chrome out Trey pizzy, under the T, la smoke out Tank cats deserve curves, they cheating, yo And I ain't satisfied til n***as is eating, yo Get it from the rough, scoop it up, recoup Snatch pies from the chicken coup, we rule, get it in the duke shoe Whipmaster, what they call me Hit 'em with a nina of... if they call me [Chorus] This one, for them fake cats, fronting like it's all love Running round, thinking sh** sweet, yo This one, for them words that wanna break my stride Canive, smile and they wish I died, yo This one, for them n***as with scared money amongst me That love to see me bleeding in the street, though This one, for them crackers trynna beat me 'cross the head With that bullsh**, it's on the heart, yo, this one [Joe Mafia] I do this with a jones, like I'm strung out and need a fix On some real sh**, dog, you frog, n***a, eat a dick How you cross me up and bu*t, like I ain't see the sh** City slicker, uptown gift, I ain't for no pimping f**er, friend all up in my sh**, you ain't gorilla Greener than a head of cabbage, f*ggot a** rap n***a Caught up in the mix, cuz, get tricked up All out for this one, doing them dirty, damn to get them In the hood with backwoods, all good, lace your Timbs up Trump hold a Ma**berg pump, while I get slumped Broad day, hustling in hallways, a stress pump Official missile, shutting it down, if your sh** slump n***as catching licks with six b**hes, who kicks f**ing Crab clicks posing as dicks, stick to the script, cousin Scrape it up, so we can cake it up, and get the spot jumping n***a, I done seen it and done it, run it, this one [Chorus] This one, for them fake cats, fronting like it's all love Running round, thinking sh** sweet, yo This one, for them words that wanna break my stride Canive, smile and they wish I died, yo This one, for them n***as with scared money amongst me That love to see me bleeding in the street, though This one, for them crackers trynna beat me 'cross the head With that bullsh**, it's on the heart, yo, this one