Lyrics One Play - Ronny J , Smokepurpp

Ronny J, please turn me up
I fucked that bitch, and then bought her birkin′
Instagram model, I swear that she perfect
Still kick her out when I'm done, I′ma serve it
I go deep in that bitch then she tell me it's hurting
Fifty racks in this bag, made off one play
Scale lil' AP on my wrist, this ain′t no Day Date
FN right in the pussy, this my Date-date
Stealing that choppa in the back of the bus, then I send it away
Chains on my neck and it′s choking me
Caliber in my pants and it's poking me
She wanna suck on my dick, tell her totally
Keep a small circle, I know they gon′ fold on me
This money done turn me sour ever since niggas told on me
All these baguettes on my neck I make ... feel like a got a coat on me
They wanna ruin my name, ruin my image and not even knowing me
They used to hate on my music now they calling tell me "It's growing on me"
Been doin′ this and I do it with ease
Too many stars they can't keep up with me
Fuck on a bitch, Uber pool and she leaves
Still in the trap with the bats moving keys
I fucked that bitch, and then bought her birkin′
Instagram model, I swear that she perfect
Still kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it
I go deep in that bitch then she tell me it′s hurting
Fifty racks in this bag, made off one play
Scale lil′ AP on my wrist, this ain't no Day Date
FN right in the passenger, this my Date-date
Stealing that choppa in the back of the bus, then I send it away
Like I′m best fashioned and know that a young nigga been holding weight
I know she gon' eat up the dick so the bitch flewed out the state
They getting moved out my way
I cannot trip bih ′cause I'm having too much on my plate
Put ... on first 48 (Bitch)
I got some snakes in the grass but that′s all of my niggas, my niggas been slime
I caught a op in the corner and I got my Glock [?] perfect timing
And if I flash it is sparkin' behind and double park it
I tote my guns in this bitch you would think I'm friend with a sergeant
I fucked that bitch, and then bought her birkin′
Instagram model, I swear that she perfect
Still kick her out when I′m done, I'ma serve it
I go deep in that bitch then she tell me it′s hurting
Fifty racks in this bag, made off one play
Scale lil' AP on my wrist, this ain′t no Day Date
FN right in the passenger, this my Date-date
Stealing that choppa in the back of the bus, then I send it away