One Take - SG Tip, Yung Mal

The fuck you mean, you don’t know DJ Marc B?

Hah, fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I did this shit all in one take

I stripped his ass, no mask, all in broad day

You would think I got liscense, the way I swing this K

I call that bitch an ink master, how it tat your face

I’m in your bushes like a landscaper

This Glock’ll make a nigga dance like the Harlem Shakers

Before I show up to your club, I want all my paper

I had to start kickin' doors, I wasn’t playin' Sega

If you flinch, you get hit with two

I’ma give your ass the blues, put you on the news

This nigga pussy, I can smell it, he don’t have a clue

Ain’t just a rapper, I’ll shoot if I have to shoot

I’m big dawg in my hood, I’m who they answer to

All I hang around is apes like I’m in the zoo

And I’ll get your ass ate like you fuckin' food

How the hell he still breathin' after he robbed you?

Old pussy ass nigga

I did this shit all in one take

I stripped his ass, no mask, all in broad day

You would think I got liscense, the way I swing this K

I call that bitch an ink master, how it tat your face

I’m in your bushes like a landscaper

This Glock’ll make a nigga dance like the Harlem Shakers

Before I show up to your club, I want all my paper

I had to start kickin' doors, I wasn’t playin' Sega

That chopper make him dance, burn him just like hot potato

If you not talkin' cash, racks, you need to call me later

My hood on my back, they call me the lifesaver

I got some paper, I ain’t switch, just went big on haters

Yeah, let 'em play, I rock your cradle

Let that chopper bite like gator

Hot my brother, he got life plus twenty

He be callin', talkin' crazy

Know I’m worth a mil' but I’m still on the Candler daily (1'5)

Nigga play with us, get killed

They see him in newspaper

Me and Lil Tip, we run Decatur

I did this shit all in one take

I stripped his ass, no mask, all in broad day

You would think I got liscense, the way I swing this K

I call that bitch an ink master, how it tat your face

I’m in your bushes like a landscaper

This Glock’ll make a nigga dance like the Harlem Shakers

Before I show up to your club, I want all my paper

I had to start kickin' doors, I wasn’t playin' Sega