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Tracey Mcgreaty - I Got One Lyrics




I got Glocks, you got shotguns
Ordered the shots so I got one
Designer watches, I cop one
Percocet pills and I pop one
Pull up the gang, we hangin' with bros
Girls hit us up, we ain't talkin' to hoes
Airport flex, we hop on the jet
That's a whole band, we cashin' in checks
Gucci I'm rockin', might buy the set
Girls legs are locked in when I'm havin' sex
Don't mess with fakes, shoutout my ex
Might have to breakup over a text
Girls lined up, I'm askin' who's next
Can't hang for long, might get obsessed
Haters callin', I shoot em like X
Six feet under I put em to rest

Yea you know I did this on my own
I'm better now, no Post Malone
Watch your lil hoe, cuz I'm in the zone
Call my lil baby and I pick up the phone
Watch on my wrist, it is expensive
Got a whole clip, it is extensive
When we come at you, don't get defensive
Pop out don't help me I'll give you incentive
I like rockin' Versace and Gucci
Back in the day, they called us groovy
Don't talk your shit, it's gonna get juicy
I feel like I'm famous my life is a movie
I pull up, I pull up, I'm out here skrtin'
Caught you masturbatin'
This is a game, we are still playin'
We gonna pop off and we go Super Saiyan

I got Glocks, you got shotguns
Ordered the shots so I got one
Designer watches, I cop one
Percocet pills and I pop one
Pull up the gang, we hangin' with bros
Girls hit us up, we ain't talkin' to hoes
Airport flex, we hop on the jet
That's a whole band, we cashin' in checks

Hello?
Hello? What's up dude
Nothin'
Aye man I heard that boy was talkin' again bro
For real? Aye ya'll hear this? That's crazy
Send me the addy

I got Glocks, you got shotguns
Ordered the shots so I got one
Designer watches, I cop one
Percocet pills and I pop one

Aye, iced out neck we slide like a sled
Toast on my wrist we gettin' that bread
Lay that hoe down she givin' me head
Covers messed up all over my bed
Found a new beef and you know it's prime rib
Send me the addy I'll come to your crib
The top is real messy she might need a bib
No mumble rap we just made a new hit
You know, we hittin' that thing from the back
Call me Lil Uzi cuz that is a rack
Runnin' them boys like I am a track
Shorty keep callin' but I ain't callin' back
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I got Glocks, you got shotguns
Ordered the shots so I got one
Designer watches, I cop one
Percocet pills and I pop one
Pull up the gang, we hangin' with bros
Girls hit us up, we ain't talkin' to hoes
Airport flex, we hop on the jet
That's a whole band, we cashin' in checks
Gucci I'm rockin', might buy the set
Girls legs are locked in when I'm havin' sex
Don't mess with fakes, shoutout my ex
Might have to breakup over a text
Girls lined up, I'm askin' who's next
Can't hang for long, might get obsessed
Haters callin', I shoot em like X
Six feet under I put em to rest

Yea you know I did this on my own
I'm better now, no Post Malone
Watch your lil hoe, cuz I'm in the zone
Call my lil baby and I pick up the phone
Watch on my wrist, it is expensive
Got a whole clip, it is extensive
When we come at you, don't get defensive
Pop out don't help me I'll give you incentive
I like rockin' Versace and Gucci
Back in the day, they called us groovy
Don't talk your shit, it's gonna get juicy
I feel like I'm famous my life is a movie
I pull up, I pull up, I'm out here skrtin'
Caught you masturbatin'
This is a game, we are still playin'
We gonna pop off and we go Super Saiyan

I got Glocks, you got shotguns
Ordered the shots so I got one
Designer watches, I cop one
Percocet pills and I pop one
Pull up the gang, we hangin' with bros
Girls hit us up, we ain't talkin' to hoes
Airport flex, we hop on the jet
That's a whole band, we cashin' in checks

Hello?
Hello? What's up dude
Nothin'
Aye man I heard that boy was talkin' again bro
For real? Aye ya'll hear this? That's crazy
Send me the addy

I got Glocks, you got shotguns
Ordered the shots so I got one
Designer watches, I cop one
Percocet pills and I pop one

Aye, iced out neck we slide like a sled
Toast on my wrist we gettin' that bread
Lay that hoe down she givin' me head
Covers messed up all over my bed
Found a new beef and you know it's prime rib
Send me the addy I'll come to your crib
The top is real messy she might need a bib
No mumble rap we just made a new hit
You know, we hittin' that thing from the back
Call me Lil Uzi cuz that is a rack
Runnin' them boys like I am a track
Shorty keep callin' but I ain't callin' back
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Writer: Antonio Shamblin, Kevin Parker, Trace Vitt
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