Lyrics Who the hell do you think you are - d0llywood1

She just sucked the team up (you guys are fucking dead!)
And you tongue that
She said you a eater, that's disgusting
I know you wanna be us, but you can't
Money call and I pick up, I'm the man (I don't wanna die!)

(This is Cru and you listening to d0llywood1)
(This is Ayla and you fucking with d0llywood1)
(Helix tears)

From the one, from the one
From the one, from the one
From the one, from the one
From the one, from the one

Thought we killed the beef, but it's not over
Ain't fuck with that beat, I had to start over
This Hell kitty got some speed so you far slower
And you thought that dissing me would make you blow up
And we shoot banana clips, bitch, we got close-ups
I told her I'm tryna fuck, I don't wanna get closer
I'm still clutching in the club, I cannot give my pole up
I just relapsed on the drugs, bitch, I'm a smoke blower (oh my God)

Where you get your drugs at?
They said that they want a single, I said, "Fuck that"
Baby know I'm not tryna mingle, I wanna fuck that
Niggas know I'm always geeked up
Bitch, my blunts fat (what the fuck?)

I honestly cannot give up, I'm above that
Baby said she tryna get fucked, I would love that
Niggas know that they still need us, where the love at?
I can never keep my dick up, 'cause I tuck that
B-bitch, th-that's my reefer
Please don't touch that (please don't touch)
They play follow the leader, and they won that (and they won)

I can't follow a nigga, I ain't done that (what the fuck?)
What would you do for a feature from the one? Yeah
She just sucked the team up and you tongue that
She said you a eater, that's disgusting
I know you wanna be us, but you can't
Money call and I pick up, I'm the man

Thought we killed the beef, but it's not over
Ain't fuck with that beat, I had to start over
This Hell kitty got some speed so you far slower
And you thought that dissing me would make you blow up
And we shoot banana clips, bitch, we got close-ups
I told her I'm tryna fuck, I don't wanna get closer
I'm still clutching in the club, I cannot give my pole up
I just relapsed on the drugs, bitch, I'm a smoke blower (oh my God)

From the one, from the one
From the one, from the one
From the one, from the one
From the one, from the one