Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This That One , by - Lil Yachty. Release date: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This That One |
| You was a hoe in high school, you used to run from us |
| I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothin' |
| Used to sell number eights on Hardwood, we had the block jumpin' |
| Beat his ass bad, he thought the whole, whole clubbed jumped him |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| This one of them ones for me |
| Okay, I done went pop star, I’m gettin' that one money |
| It’s couple thousand on me cash, but it’s store money |
| Gotta let the money talk for like I don’t show money |
| We tote glocks with certain clips and holdin' fifty |
| I’m takin' shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain’t tipsy |
| I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty |
| Call that lil' nigga R Kelly 'cause he broke and pissy |
| She chasin' money, chasin' clout, you know she rollin' with me |
| Look at my stats, that shit off Lulu like I’m the Rollin' 60's |
| Lil' Boat just made me pick between a Rarri and a Bentley |
| It’s Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney |
| Punched him in the mouth, I ain’t like how he looked at my momma |
| The backyard got skis and treats but this not the Bahamas |
| Wood grain, OG AK feelin' like I’m Osama |
| Got gas, they all said I changed up, I’m Yachty Obama |
| Bringin' 'em back to back, I got too much |
| Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain’t do much |
| F8 and it’s all white like the Klu Klux |
| I just got it and I already need a tune up |
| I’ma get rich or die tryin' like I’m Fifty |
| This Drake’ll make a nigga dance, just like he Diddy |
| I’m lit, that’s why she got my name on her titties |
| I’m plug, I ran through hella grams in this city |
| You told, boy you ain’t no star, you a witness |
| This lean, gon' fuck around and make me need a kidney |
| My bitch, she mad at me 'cause I show no attention |
| But listen, bitch, I’m on my grind, I gotta get it |
| Ridin' with the glock.23, these the one Jordans |
| Got a team full of shooter, we pull up scorin' |
| Lil' Yachty pulled up in a (Ahhh) |
| Lil' Boat just pulled up in that yeah (That's that one foreign) |
| Everywhere I go, I keep a ten, bitch, I’m Eric Gordon |
| How the fuck it’s seventeen dollars and you can’t afford it? |
| I got bitches lined up like they waitin' for the one Jordans |
| (Bah) I just shot him in the ass, that’s my first warnin' |
| I’m Mr. Pop This Bitch, dirt like a dungeon |
| I’m in Neiman callin' out shots like I run it |
| Run with all apes I guess, I’m from the jungle |
| I’ll let this bitch burn a glock mixed up with Usher |
| Get a nigga whacked, I’ll push the button |
| Before I tell on a soul, I hung my cousin |
| The thirty pokin' too hard, I gotta tuck it |
| I see you over there shinin' nigga, you better tuck it |
| Since he told I took the blood out my cousin |
| DNA I need that back, we ain’t fam no more |
| Brother nem jumped out the store, yeah, they ain’t sayin' no more |
| Stick sing loud just like D’Angelo |
| Yeah, hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe |
| Tiny just pulled up with that shh, yeah, the anecdote |
| Fingered on this bitch for fifty minutes, my hand had broke |
| Let my sister hold my journal, it’s murder she wrote |
| Sneezed on my nigga, that’s my slime for real |
| I can drive this bitch how I want, 'cause it’s mines for real |
| I can damn near hit who I want, it’s that time for real |
| I don’t know about no other stories, but mines for real |
| I’m finna pay kid to do a whole song without cussin' |
| I was young, used to mob to the store with my cousins |
| I’m with four out of town, buyin' Bos by the dozen |
| I’m with four out of town with PJ like it’s cousin |
| If it’s sprite and it’s dark look like hair dye |
| We gon' find out where he at, we gon' air it out |
| I fucked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts |
| Off two percs then I pulled her fuckin' hair out |
| I be fuckin' hoes in first class, this a do-ey plane |
| I don’t wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games |
| Bitch keep squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains |
| Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train |
| New custo, bald head look like Bobby Lashley |
| Ball bitch, I’m all about a billl but I’m not braggin' |
| Percies taste good, bite down, but it’s not candy |
| Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy |