703 - One Word (feat. DK Wit Da Drip & DeTruf)

With the game on the line, one shot, who would you rather have taking it, Iggy or Curry
Of everyone on Golden State, open shot
Fate of the universe on the line or the martians have the death beam pointed at Earth You Better hit it
I want Iguodala

One word, Barb
One word, Dyl
One word, bars
One word, chills
One word, Barb
One word, Dyl
One word, bars
One word, chills

Demons all in my head and I told em' to get out
Took the ice of my neck and now issa drought
Don't run up on my block or I'll pull out that mf forty
Don't mess with me or Dylan's quarantine shorty
Fools call me ranch cause everybody know I'm dressing
Mac went up for the layher but his ankle was messing
Y'all think it's quarantine but it's really ocky season
We better have football, but they can cancel fockey season
Y'all already know brodie gon be legal soon
And we finna stay hooping like my name was Flight in June
When Dyl pull up from deep, it really be inspirational
Then he sucks me dry, One Word, sensational
I bring the ice and snow, I am the weatherman
Freezing cold takes you can call me Max Kellerman
Shlong in last place but you know I'm the best captain
Miggy says he fucks but he needs to stop capping
Saw Haley's priv and I turned into Cody Ko
Me and Jax on the track, we feel like RJ and Bo
Pulled up to bee wee, Dylan feelin' ducky
Mac hit up Ella and somehow he got lucky

One word, Barb
One word, Dyl
One word, bars
One word, chills
One word, Barb
One word, Dyl
One word, bars
One word, chills

I got one word and it's different
And I'm in this bitch feeling ignorant
Tried to warn em' all we were coming for the top
Barb hella mad Macs pimple wouldn't pop
Got me on this beat now I'm finna fucking snap
Got me on this beat when Ben said I couldn't rap
Darryl talking to me, but I don't speak holla
Everyone on Golden State, gimme Iguodala
You look lost buddy, you need a fucking map
They call me DeTruf cause I never fucking cap
They running they mouth can y'all give me a break
Took my boy Trell y'all done made a mistake
Some fucked up homies who would stab in my back
Run up on DK and you finna get smacked
I'll gun you down if you a witness
I keep funeral homes in business
Red and black attack, but I don't rep blood
Call us 703 and we got it out the mud
Y'all said we couldn't do it, said it was absurd
For all you God damn haters, I got one word

One word, Barb
One word, Dyl
One word, bars
One word, chills
One word, Barb
One word, Dyl
One word, bars
One word, chills

Written by:
Joe Mamma

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