One Thousand (feat. Wiz Khalifa) [Explicit Version]

Yo, my lil' brother Wiz just, uh, poured me some champagne, man

Appreciate that, bro

I'm finna spit some real shit, man, you know what I'm sayin'

So, uh, y'know, get trippy

Get fucked up, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Roll 'em up, pop 'em up, roll 'em up, pop 'em up

Roll 'em up, pop 'em up, got the bitch, get your dick sucked

Roll 'em up, pop 'em up, roll 'em up, pop 'em up

Roll 'em up, pop 'em up, got the bitch, get your dick sucked

Tripping ****

Scared young ****, lemme put you on to the game

Fuck who you think they know, make sure they know your name

No trusting a ****, don't trust any ****

A **** might come back and bust on your ****

And these hoes shite, make sure you get a pike

Before you roll the dice, ratchet ass hoes

Pocket full of money, know a lil' something

Light skin sell but you get more for a bunny

Take it from me pimpin', me I'm, like, so different

The way out here we don't consider that living

Fuck that bitch, mistreat that bitch

Say it again, say that shit again

If you start telling, give 'em the barrel end

Put her on your kin, the dif will never end

It's a different type of heaven for a man and a pimp

RIP Chad Butler, these **** still simp

I'm so turnt up I won't turn down

Not a try me button, so don't play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

****, I'm one thousand, I'ma stay a G

Not a try me button, so don't play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

****, I'm one thousand, I'ma stay a G

**** pick the wrong day for they fuck shit

He mustn't heard, I'm 'bout that fuck shit

Baby chopper, fresh out the box, ****

You was hard then, now you acting box, ****

I'm on a beam, I wanna pop a ****

I blink my eyes, my young has shot the ****

Balling on these haters, I don't need a gym

Shooters shooting at your ass like you a rim

Wet your ass up like you took a swim

Chopper chop 'em down, call him a limb

Trippy ass ****, turnt up, old gin

Killers find where you live, then they going in

Run up in your shit, take your presidents

Kill everybody, no evidence

North Memphis, we don't talk, we a murk a bitch

Forty-four killer, David Berkowitz

I'm so turnt up I won't turn down

Not a try me button, so don't play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

****, I'm one thousand, I'ma stay a G

Not a try me button, so don't play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

****, I'm one thousand, I'ma stay a G

I'm so turnt up I won't turn down

I'ma stay a G

I'ma stay a G

I'ma stay a G

I'ma stay a G