Number 1 Lyrics

(We did not come this far, just to break down and lose now)

(Ima winner, I'm going to win)

(We love you sinserely)

Bitch I didn't lose, bitch you left

Down bad by myself, fuck that shit don't need no help

Technically you left me bitch, you might as well go step

Huh, my main mans on the left, got that stick on the right

Huh, break in, in the night, creep down walk him with my pipe

Huh, got him in my sight, shoot his head knock out his lights

Huh, yea, MJ walking niggas moving backwards

Dirty ass stick rock out ima bastard

Pop me a x everything faster

Don't get on your knees go pray to your pastor

And she wish it could last a lil longer

Glock in my draws she think it's a boner

Fuck no bitch ion want your number

Come here bitch I want your momma

Like a hogtie, tie him up and put a young nigga inside of trunk

Shoot her inside of stomach her get stomach tucked

Like a lottery how we ran it up

Bitch I'm up now, but I might as well go and stay down

Bitch I'm traumatized by them gun sounds

Everybody round' me some bloodhounds

Bitch I got twelve ounces of that shit, pour it in my cup then I take a sip

Nigga take his shit make him skinny dip

Make another noise bullet in your lip