[Intro: *sample*]
"Ch-ch-ch-Cha-Chase Moore"

[Chorus: Illmac]
Hating low-key they like 'fuck Ill'
See me in the spot then it's love still
I'm just tryna show how them drugs feel
She just wanna show me how that tongue feel
Game of one-on-one
Uh, and bitch I'm one of one
Yeah, she want a one-on-one
Ooh, bitch I'm one of one, one of one

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Yeah, got the lab looking like a bake-off
The plug hit me up for that weight loss
Got 'em feeling higher than a space pod
Now I got 'em hooked, uh, R.I.P. Nate Dogg
In my own lane now I'm ready for the takeoff
They just follow e'erybody else like The BasedGod
Bitch I'm 1D
Uh, bossed up, got jumped, still ain't take a L, nah bitch I'm Lil B
Money to make, about my funnel cake
You want my spot then come and take it, I'll pump ya' brakes
I fuck Eve in the garden, but it's fuck a snake
She bring a friend I'm bringing Henn', that's a double date
Ay, no one-on-ones nah, this ain't what you want now
Bitch I'm one of one mobbing down the 101
Got, drugs up in the trunk never put 'em in the front
This is hustle 101 yeah
[Chorus: Geechi Gotti]
Yuh, hating low-key they like 'fuck Gotti'
He mad 'cause his bitch let me fuck probably
Foreign whip, riding in the Maserati
And I'm solo, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Yeah, banging one of one
Bitch I'm one of one, she want a one-on-one
Bitch I'm one of one, bitch I'm one of one

[Verse 2: Geechi Gotti]
Yeah, yeah
I'm number one like Penny
I fuck ya' bitch off the Henny, she get dick then Denny's
Can't spend a night with me
Hell nah this ain't a joke I want the money and her throat
She call me Gotti or the GOAT
I got the juice with no pulp, that just mean that I'm a shot-caller
I fuck her once and I do not call her
You n***as broke you are not ballers
My money grew I feel a lot taller
Yo' pockets short, you done got smaller
Yeah, yeah, and they hate Gotti like the government
Shut ya' mouth I put my gun in it, her stomach with my son in it
After the head I was done wit' it
I fucked her shit for the fuck of it
Rumors they can run wit' it
Name a drug I done smuggled it
Ay what's your price 'cause I can double it, it's Gotti n***a
[Chorus: Geechi Gotti]
Yuh, hating low-key they like 'fuck Gotti'
He mad 'cause his bitch let me fuck probably
Foreign whip, riding in the Maserati
And I'm solo, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Yeah, banging one of one
Bitch I'm one of one, she want a one-on-one
Bitch I'm one of one, bitch I'm one of one
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Illmac]
Hating low-key they like 'fuck Ill'
See me in the spot then it's love still
I'm just tryna show how them drugs feel
She just wanna show me how that tongue feel
Game of one-on-one
Uh, and bitch I'm one of one
Yeah, she want a one-on-one
Ooh, bitch I'm one of one, one of one, yeah

[Outro: Illmac]
LS, Left Side Connect