Floss Don One Lyrics

Floss Don One lyrics

f/ H.O.T. Ones







[Don]



Niggas want WHAT!!!, what you want now



Operation Lock, shut niggas down



Nothin to gain, niggas want war with my gang



I'm gunnin them thangs, have you slumped up in a Range



How do you die, once I swing the iron at ya'll



My riders'll swarm, Don be the eye of the storm



'Cause when it's my flow ya heart froze poppo



Expose the 4 grip apart though, you not know



Fuck with my dough, kick in your door, 20 Roscoe



You think it's a game, Hot Ones'll burn you in flames



Got little hands but hold the gat with ease



Aint much to adjust, pull back and squeeze



Flame-On, Chandon, never get it mixed kid



Shots from the cannon'll leave a nigga twisted



One phone call, cats is done for



You want war, see 4-4 with the pump saw







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Floss, One, Don



Let me get 'em, get 'em



Floss, One, Don



Let me get 'em, get 'em



Floss, One, Don



Let me get 'em, get 'em



Floss, One, Don



Let me get 'em, get 'em



Now who we be (fly niggas)



Who we be (fly niggas)



Who we be (fly niggas)



Who we be (fly niggas)



What!!!







[Floss]



Who the fuck is ya'll niggas, no name niggas



Live off the strip with ya man, 4 main niggas



Is ya'll insane niggas, tryin to rule the streets now



I'd be wrong if I cocked back, two of your peeps down



Fall asleep now, I got killas on a pay roll



Staight four from the trey-eight-o, kay bro



Hot Ones is well connected like cable



It's hectic when the Tec spit



Don't move, you catch it



Get in beef with me now, your peeps'll be found



Fuck beatin down, he havem' meetin the ground



In front of his door step, been waitin all night



Fuck black, I'm comin to kill him in all white



Cocked hammer, blow five at him on sight



If not hit him, I'm droppin my gun and we gon' fight



Get a brick, flip a brick, go plat, shit is sick



Rather rap game or crack game, Floss ridiculous







[Chorus]







[One]



Raised up in stories, Cristal and gators



Ecaped through the block now, love us or you hate us



Rappers get shot down, whole lotta haters



CDs or tapes the only way to play us



Girls, they'll talk that he say, she say



Freshed up, more kicks than Eastbay



We stay, breakin 70 always on the freeway



But the cops say boy take it easy



My name is One, I'm tryin to lock the game



Uhhh, a lot of haters tryin to block the game



Uhhh, too hot, can't stop the game



Used to be in the streets and pack pain



Ay yo, stop One, but I can't son



Smoke branson, three young niggas tryin to blow like Hanson



Fitted to the back, red and blue band son



Some cats can't stand him



But damn them







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