Lyrics One Thousand - Adam John

AP flooded know they hate me fuck it
If they didn't I'd be doing something wrong
That's the way we want it
Young AJ lit, on your bae playlist
These toxic motherfuckers got me puking in the toilet
I can't be around your poison ya'll make me sick
Ha ha ha ha ha laughing to the bank
I've been on the move like what happened to the breaks
Blah blah blah blah blah that's the sound you make
Keep talking they gon ask you bout
What happened to your face boy
Brand new Patek brand new chain looking like fruit salad
Don't believe a word you say you capping
We are not the same I am way too savage
I will fuck around and go Dababy on your asses
Shoot you in your head now your brains be on your glasses
I thought little shorty was a lady till I smashed it
She ripped off my pants and sucked me to the last drip
Trapping is a habit singing is my passion
Rolling round my city while I'm dripping in my fashion
If shorty ass thick then Ima' hit it till she spasm I'm
Really in the field touch down
People hating on me cuz I'm up now
Shorty shake that ass it go up down
Put my dick into a coma when she come round
Yeah what now yeah you can't come round me
Leave em dumbfounded keep it 1000
People talking shit could give a fuck bout em
That coupe still look the same when I jump out it
When I jump out it homie I'm bout it and I love counting
There's just something bout it
When I pull up in that Audi like skrt (like skrt)
Then I serve all of these artists like work (like work)
Your bitch say that I'm the hardest light work (light work)
If she a baddie Ima' have to pipe her (pipe her)
Bust down Audemar french baguettes
I've been up for days I still never slept
Cut the check show me some respect
Couple shortys don't know which one Ima' fuck next
His bitch running round my living room undressed
Think my neighbors might see her through the window
She climbed up and did a split on the strip pole
Then I made her smash the bros like Nintendo
Italian bitches taste delicious like presto
Say they really bout this life but they pretend tho
You can tell by how my Cartier lens glow
Lay it down then Garret Hunter match the tempo I'm
Really in the field touch down
People hating on me cuz I'm up now
Shorty shake that ass it go up down
Put my dick into a coma when she come round
Yeah what now yeah you can't come round me
Leave em dumbfounded keep it 1000
People talking shit could give a fuck bout em
That coupe still look the same when I jump out it
Yeah when I jump out it I be hopping in and out of shit
I'm out this bitch