One-Three Lyrics - Where Am I?

One-Three - Where Am I?

Took her on a restaurant
Out in Clairemont
She said it's thugs outside I'm like, where am I (where ma)
You hear the shooting going on but it's us, we ain't scared na (we ain't scared na)
On the block we be spinning we playing musical chairs now
If you a real one shoot one in the air now
I might just kill something, stress got me airin' out
Shawty lurking on my location, she want my whereabouts
I only want her for the face, It's getting weird now
Shit hit the fan when it was up, we let it fan out
Opps tryna give me dap, they turn into a fan now
Everything is strategized, calculated, planned out
She dream about me deep inside, she masturbate, and pass out
Only thing I fantasize is getting mine and cash out (yeah)
I rather yes men, then a naysayer
I knew I was a fresh man since an 8th grader
Put that on my right hand and every tattoo on my fingers
Put you on a song bitch fucking with a singer
Said she want that dope, yeah I gotchu
Give em credit for the smoke, I'll spot you
Heart cold and it's dark like Nosfuratu
Unemployed so you know I'm on a job or two
Out in Clairemont
She said it's thugs outside I'm like, where am I (where ma)
You hear the shooting going on but it's us, we ain't scared na (we ain't scared na)
On the block we be spinning we playing musical chairs now
If you a real one shoot one in the air now
I might just kill something, stress got me airin' out
Metro Boomin on the block, you see a villain in a hero
She upgraded cause I'm hot she chilling with some zeros
I'm up faded off the wock, I'm out here spending euros
We gotta make it to the top my homie got a year old
Thats my thot I would not rob her deniro
No hands, pussy pop when you in the mirror
2020 with the shots, scope got em clear
2023 I'm dropping album of the year
No we ain't laughing to the bank we don't make fun of that
You see the Thundercat, you watch it thunder clap
We turn another opp into a fucking hunnid pack
You know we known for kicking doors like, where the drugs is at
Choppa spittin' it's sounding like it was mumble rap
Ever had pain from the past, trauma come with that
Couple bands, start a band where the drummers at
She know it's real in the field, she keep running back
Out in Clairemont
She said it's thugs outside I'm like, where am I (where ma)
You hear the shooting going on but it's us, we ain't scared na (we ain't scared na)
On the block we be spinning we playing musical chairs now
If you a real one shoot one in the air now
I might just kill something, stress got me airin' out

Written by:
Alfredo Carral

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