We The Ones

Not the two Not the three You know us We the ones Yeah In my section, niggas know we bringin' in them funds Got these niggas hatin', big cappin', they know we the ones Ridin' with acoustics, all my niggas dummy with them drums Hit her from the back, felt like Wiz, yellin', "Nigga, uh" (DJ Drama) I ain't arguin' with that jit, I know that nigga done Nigga play up in this bitch, I send his ass up past the sun Real street nigga, I'll put my blick down and catch the one Never seen that boy around the way, so I ain't gon' serve him nothin' (uh, yeah) Put a switchy on that nina, make her ass stutter Plug'll trust me wit' that sack 'cause I won't never fumble Throwin' bitches out the crib like it's a Royal Rumble We can't bring that blick inside the show, so we gon' charge 'em double Circle come out thick and yellow, jugg, call it butter Put pressure down in the field, we make niggas go up in a huddle I get the sack and touch down, I won't never fumble All this motion that I'm havin', nigga, yeah, I feel like Stunna You niggas keep the seat warm when we stand on business See this wet, that's my Perky, bitch, I'm heavy glitchin' Money make the world go 'round, bet I'm heavy dizzy Bitches always nag for me for my time when they ain't worth a minute Nigga, I was born wit' it, you see how I pop it Heavy drippin' in this motherfucker, I replace the faucet In my city, I just say a word and I'm the trending topic Never bein' stingy with that motion, it ain't nothin' to lob it Niggas get money and stunt, yeah, that's my hobby Pop a Percocet, I go to glitchin', I get out my body Feel like Longway-Longway nigga, I'm outchea runnin' 'round the lobby Havin' dog shit on me, my nigga, you see it in my pocket Ayy, yeah, and that's no rap cap We really stand on business, 'round this bitch you'll get your hat tapped Slime a nigga out and make him come and buy his sack back Really in that field, I'll get a nigga crack backed In my section, niggas know we bringin' in them funds Got these niggas hatin', big cappin', they know we the ones Ridin' with acoustics, all my niggas dummy with them drums Hit her from the back, felt like Wiz, yellin', "Nigga, uh" I ain't arguin' with that jit, I know that nigga done Nigga play up in this bitch, I send his ass up past the sun Real street nigga, I'll put my blick down and catch the one Never seen that boy around the way, so I ain't gon' serve him nothin' (Gangsta Grizzillz) You lost We won BTM