Songtexte One and Done - SahBabii

(Bang, bang)
(Bang)
(Bang)
(Bang)
Four-five, that's a one and–

Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah, they havin' fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks, yeah

Put an opp on a plate, we havin' fuckin' lunch
His bitch just ate me to the bone, I heard the fuckin' crunch
I just fucked a mixed bitch, that's a fuckin' skunk (yeah)
Walked in that bitch with his bitch, I'm tryna hump her butt (ah, ah)
Cold-hearted with that 223, bundle up (brr)
You know this horse shit cost some money, better run it up (run it up)

He say, "Is it okay to wipe 'em?" Nigga, thumbs up (thumbs up)
Dumb fuck, you gettin' get-back, guns up (blam)
Big smoke, put them lil' bitty-ass lungs up (lungs up)
I'm with some monkeys like Jumanji in the tundra (woo, woo)
I rap about Glocks so much like I'm sponsored (buh, buh, buh)
Who the fuck want smoke? I ain't hear no answer (who?)
The biggest fuckin' opp I got is cancer (cancer)
Rest in peace to Auntie Pat, why did you vanish? (Vanish)

Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah, they havin' fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks

We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks
We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks
We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks
We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks

Five pistols in the car, two sticks up in the trunk (yeah)
Bitch, I gotta move smart like a fucking monk
Yeah, nigga approach me sideways, I'ma fuck him up
Couple my niggas done died, that shit done fucked me up
Yeah, I ain't with the buddy-buddy, we aim at his skully (buh, buh, buh)
If it's the wrong way, please don't rub me, we get rough like rugby (for real)
I'm so EBK, actin' like nobody don't love me (love me)
I had to trim my circle down 'cause these niggas ain't for me (for me)

This shit look pretty, behind the scenes, this shit get ugly (ugly)
I'm the chosen one, don't know about the word "Lucky" (no, sir)
He got a shirt wrapped 'round his face, he gon' do 'em yucky (yucky)
My niggas stood over your dog and turned him to a puppy (puppy)
Four-five, yeah, them bullets thicker than a Snicker (Snicker)
I ain't tryna bicker, it get wicked when I get to trippin' (grrt, grrt, grrt)
We gon' wet them bitches up, turn 'em into some swimmers (swimmers)
Move around or get murdered, bitch, that's the dilemma (yeah)

Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah, they havin' fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time, you niggas fuckin' punks, yeah