[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
1Hunnit
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, n***a)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
Tell 'em call me J. Prince, I got mob ties
I'll never run off on the plug, I am not Plies
I'm the one that put the streets on lock, vice grip pliers
They thought that I was dead, I popped up, I'm Michael Myers
I'll hit the sky with a package, I'm a frequent flyer
I can pimp and kick ass, I'm Super Fly
I finally got some dog shit on me, I'm dookie-fied
They don't wanna cross paths with me, I'll crucify 'em

[Chorus: Siick P]
We out here lookin' for the opps, I think I spot 'em
Codeword Faygo, twist his top and then we pop him
He thinkin' he that guy, I said he not him
I'm raised in the D, the streets crazier than Gotham
Pulled up dirty stick, it's ironic because we mopped him
Knocked him out his shoes, it's ironic, cuz said he socked him
Out the lean coma, wakin' up, feel like Frankenstein
Bro be patient and he robbin' Rollies, he take his time

[Verse 2: J1Hunnit]
If I don't find a case of Wock', I'll lose my mind
I lost a lot of n***as on the way, but I ain't lose the grind
We got the same hours in the day, you misuse the time
I like to keep the bankroll on me, I don't use the Chime
Buy a rental house and turn a kitchen to a pharmacy
Find a gunsmith and turn a closet to an armory
I program myself to get up early, no alarm for me
I'll get up at the crack of dawn and go and get the cheese
I done finally made a way for us, say it ain't so
You ain't never hit the road with ten in a Durango
Playin' duck, duck, goose with the laws, doin' the tango
They worked me like a slave, I overcame it, call me Django
Call me Trill Fam, I'm ducked off, I gotta lay low
I done seen a lot of n***as pass and get a halo
N***a, it ain't nothin' sweetie 'bout me, I ain't Quavo
I can lead, I don't follow, I don't go wherever they go
[Chorus: Siick P]
We out here lookin' for the opps, I think I spot 'em
Codeword Faygo, twist his top and then we pop him
He thinkin' he that guy, I said he not him
I'm raised in the D, the streets crazier than Gotham
Pulled up dirty stick, it's ironic because we mopped him
Knocked him out his shoes, it's ironic, cuz said he socked him
Out the lean coma, wakin' up, feel like Frankenstein
Bro be patient and he robbin' Rollies, he take his time