Lyrics We Da 1s - KO, 98s, Da

We Da 1s

We da 1's going on rides and steppin'
If I juice a boy and pour henny
No way could I leave my bredrin
Slip up, get left as a memory
We da 1's dishing out corn in the weapon
Slap it and puss forever, get tekky
Reverse quick bro, lemme go g-check him
Stepped out full, came back on empty
We the ones who for action
Real lust beef throws more backwards
Tell my sons rising tandem
Best glide ting no see lamdem
Never been seeing the jakes all day
But I ain’t tryna end this search
If I see a opp ima bend this curb
Jump out do him he gon end in dirt
If I juice a boy I see the slammer
I was too young to see a hammer
Fuck the man but still bagga
See the 9 boy in my grammer
I blow smoke like a rasta
Plus I’m ten ten with my flicky
I’m by the way with the rasta
Don’t touch door get sticky
What’s goodie It’s Jimmy what’s goodie
Don’t mind what i just fling in my hoodie
Known in my posse when I get juggy
Gang ready dirt if you can’t hold the bully
Mandem disgusting attack man in public
This sweet one don’t like all the nonsense
Waps bout we don’t know bout the stuffing
98 boy but I keep it 100
Don’t leave that scene til he’s done
Rambos and its bending the knife ting looks proper when we go on a hunt
I pray it don’t jam when the ting gets upped
The formations strong we doing him proper
Tryna leave man slumped
We do a man up do a man like trunked
We da 1's going on rides and steppin'
If I juice a boy and pour henny
No way could I leave my bredrin
Slip up, get left as a memory
We da 1's dishing out corn in the weapon
Slap it and puss forever, get tekky
Reverse quick bro, lemme go g-check him
Stepped out full, came back on empty
I’m like a man on a mission
Michael Myers with a kitchen
I don’t poke I push it in him
And leave the crime scene dripping
Billy I’m wit it I’m wit it
Why’d you think I stayed with it
Crash inn AM in the PM with my mask on like who did it
Stuff man in the ding put man in the — taken care of
Masked to the brim evidence left where
And I couldn’t let mashy tear
Bro jump out I jump out too
Think I could leave a bruise
Don’t know about you fam who done left yours
Why you think we got lifted too
Planning a ride got patterned attire
Pattern the frier means you’re a goner
Your chat never matters you’re liars
I take me a trip with this heat conductor
Get a brick move it constructer
You wouldn’t even know what struck you
This shovel can’t pave your way down under
8 and the 9 like my number
Tryna do more rap the streets keep calling my name
Aje just run out of dinners I guess I’m rapping bout dinners again
The kitchens frying get burnt or shaved
This beef all up in flames
You left your boy then you done it again
Next time get put on a chain
We da 1's going on rides and steppin'
If I juice a boy and pour henny
No way could I leave my bredrin
Slip up, get left as a memory
We da 1's dishing out corn in the weapon
Slap it and puss forever, get tekky
Reverse quick bro, lemme go g-check him
Stepped out full, came back on empty