One Hit Away Lyrics
One Hit Away Song Lyrics
Tried to keep it cordial ended up reckless
Pressure make diamonds put in my necklace
Baked Potato loaded all in my sections
Scribe good medicine all in my sessions
Spin back double back let you process it (Let that process)
Ima’ need 10 hands count my blessings (Count my blessings)
Told a bad jit from the trenches “Be ready” (Be ready)
Young nigga one hit away from success (One hit away)
Young nigga one hit away from a necklace (One hit away)
High power binary tigger don’t press it (Don’t press it)
Lil’ ratchеt pussy good but she messy (She mеssy)
Jumping on a jet finna skat Wayne Gretzky (Phew)
You know I’m the prize (On god)
Bitch wanna pick at the prize (Woah, woah)
Feeling revive (On god)
I brought out them racks for survive (Them racks)
Say you not tired bitch burned out and still outside (Still outside Woo!)
Free all the guys (Free) fuck 12 niggas still do crime (Fuck 12)
Creeping in the house gang was pulling off strikers (Pulling out strikers)
Take was flexing Hogan and I was going Roddy Piper (Rowdy Piper)
Ran out of paper was we sticking to the bible (Sticking to the Bible)
Young niggas in Paris we was standing on the Eiffel (Eiffel tower)
Shining out the mud you was looking at a diamond
(Woah, woah)
Feeling like the clips on the north side grinding (Let’s grind)
Travel out of America they will treat me like you highness
You know I’m the prize (On god)
Bitch wanna pick at the prize I’m feeling revive
Bitch wanna pick at the prize (Woah, woah)
Feeling revive (On god)
I brought out them racks for survive (Them racks)
Say you not tired bitch burned out and still outside (Still outside Woo!)
Free all the guys (Free) fuck 12 niggas still do crime (Quavo Huncho)
Thumbing through the paper now my hands started cramping (Fingers they cramping)
Pinky ring a glacier like I hit the Titanic (Hit the Titanic)
Every red light in the city we running (Skrtt) I’m just living life popping pills in a mansion (Yeah)
87 months it came white coke and fenty (Dakota)
I was dripping sharp for my people no Shannon (The coldest)
Everything’s out there legal we havin (On god)
Bad bitch pull up lethal she scamming I’m tellin’ ya
She know I’m the prize (On god) bitch wanna pick at the prize (Woah, woah)
Feeling revive I brought out them racks for survive (Them racks)
Say you not tired (Woo) bitch burned out and still outside
Free all the guys (Free) fuck 12 niggas still do crime (F**k 12)
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