KinFolk Warrick - One of Them Ones

One of them ones, one of them ones
One of them ones that's built to last
Just one of them ones that's built to last
Lets go
Guess this how it feel when you doing this shit yo self
Vibin' in Los Angelas, ridin' round, blowin' on top self
Real Mac daddy, got a lot of bitches up under my belt
And the shit I sell nigga, you can't get it no where else
It's too late to fuck with me, I done graduated to chickens
I just move and I stick it, when I fuck it I'ma lick it
Nasty, freaky, up one you got to get even
Y'all ain't real that's what it be seemin'
If I wasn't trappin', I'd be schemin'
Not fucked up 'bout this rap shit
Boy I came up in the trap bitch
Can't race me, I overlap shit
If we in jail then I pap shit
Ain't cheerin' but I'ma clap shit
Boy this shit easy, no cap bitch
Throwin' charges I did not flinch
I got the weight ask what I bench
Big dog, you a lil pup
Sippin' henn up out a teacup
Well it really was a glass
Kinfolk on these niggas ass
Like Kobe shoot don't pass
One of them ones built to last
One of them ones thats built to last, still aint run out of gas
Broke, need a cast
Heard yo song, shit was trash
Police get behind me smash
We straight, we don't crash
Nigga came up like flash
Nigga came up like flash
One of them ones that's built to last
Hold up let me get back
Can't break bread this ain't no KitKat
Try robbin', gun go click clat
Niggas fake, vibes be too wack
I aint got to shoot you, you can get smacked
I aint got flaws, my shit in tact
How the fuck he squeeze in them facts
All I know is he livin' like that
All I know is he moved all them packs
Can't lil boy him, he do not lack
Niggas frontin', you is not that
If I want it I go cop that
They like Warrick put it out
You killing shit no cap
Time for me to put us on the map
Nigga play he gone get stamped
Not a follower I lead the camp
Got it out the mud, my money a lil damp
Counted me out, niggas can't count
Counted me out, niggas can't count
The one that came up off a lil ounce
Told her she ain't fuckin' then bounce
My lil bitch she call me Papi, just waiting on niggas to copy
Love good head give me sloppy, in Miami call me Papi
You not my twin, you is not me
I'm the one, you can't top me
Ain't nobody in the state harder than me
Stamp that
Say that
You play that's where you gone lay at
I'ma get up on yo ass
One of them ones
One of them ones
One of them ones that's built to last
One of them ones
One of them ones
Just one of them ones that's built to last
Guess this how it feels when you doin' this shit yo self
Vibin' in Los Angelas, ridin' round, blowin' on top self
Real Mac daddy got a lot of bitches up under my belt
And this shit I sell nigga, you can't get it no where else
It's too late to fuck with me, I done graduated to chickens
I just move and I stick it when I fuck it I'ma lick it
Nasty, freaky, up one you gotta get even
Y'all ain't real, that's what it be seemin'
If I wasn't trappin', I'd be schemin'

Written by:
Warrick Woodson

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