SOB x RBE - We On 1 Lyrics
SOB x RBE "We On 1" Lyrics:
I ain't gon' lie, this shit slap, I think I'm fuckin' with it
I ain't gon' lie, this bitch thick, I think I'm nuttin' in it
Why do niggas steal the sauce and get to runnin' with it?
Why the whip got an odor? Got them onions in it
And I'll put this bitch in sport and get to leaving niggas
I'll throw on the Cartier's and get to reading niggas
I'll put this .40 down, really beat a nigga
Or put your bother in the wood and get to chiefin' niggas
Me and DBoii, we the wave in this bitch
You know it's sticks around when the gang in this bitch
Every nigga with me got on chains in this bitch
Try and snatch one you gon' meet this 'K in this bitch
Might throw a couple bands and make it rain in this bitch
Might call a nigga main and run a train in his bitch
LB in the corner busting plays in this bitch
If you ain't smoking Runts then you can't hang in this bitch
Shit's so wet I damn near came in this bitch
She gave it to me sloppy give me brain with the tits
If you can't up a dub, niggas lame in this bitch
Who said this shit is dry? I'll make it rain wit' a brick
On the gang
Forgis on the five-fifty, bitch that's how I'm bummin'
She was playing with the cat so I had to fuck her cousin
All my diamonds dancing, you will never see me tucking
Fuck it, if niggas yelling fuck 'em then it's fuck 'em
All right then brodie, we ain't fuckin' with them boys
Yeah it's up but if you ask me yeah it's nothing with them boys
Buffed the fuck up, they like, "You fuckin' with them roids"
And you not enough for her so she be fuckin' with them toys
And I'm still childish so I'm still fuckin' with them toys
Chop wit' a, slide down and make some noise
I'll never beat my bitch she get to funkin' that's her choice
Put a P up on his head and get to puffin' on that boy
On the gang
This choppa so big it make it hard for me to hold it
All these blues in the loaf it make it hard for me to fold it
Give a fuck about a bitch, don't wanna fuck? I'll get the lotion
Don't make me drop that bag and have them killas creep up on you
Wocky with the lemonade, yeah that's my potion
I'm feeling like Dre in that Benz, I'm in motion
Can't tell that's your bitch by the way she bust it open
Laughing at you suckas when I shoot but I ain't jokin'
Nigga
Yeah, I ain't jokin', laughing at you suckas when I shoot but I ain't jokin'
Your bitch pussy good so I bust it wide open
Ah, ah, ah, you can see the stick pokin'
Ayy, yeah and I'm on one
Two two three's in that chop, yeah I'm on one
Two two three's in that chop, yeah I'm on one
Thirty in that Glock, ah, ah, yeah I'm on one
And I'm on one, ah, yeah, and we on one
Ayy, nigga funk, run in the house, nigga on one
DBoii and Slimmy, back to back yeah we on one
Gang