The One Lyrics – Stunna 4 Vegas
I made a big cake outta crumbs
(Free Sino, Free Trillz, Free Street)
I made a big cake outta crumbs
(Free Glo)
I made a big cake outta crumbs
I made a big cake
Before my grandma left
She told me I’m the one
He can’t get right
Then he get left where I’m from
Product of my trenches
I came so far from the slums
*** I came so far from the trenches
I came so far from the jects
Now it’s foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand
I hold my fist up
And I bet I get her wet
Before I play
I load my clip up
Don’t send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots thru his neck
Gang gotta 100 shots trailing me
In the hellcat while im in the Vet
I drop a tip
Then get em whacked
*** bet not slip
We on his hat
I got my trip when I go on trips
Up off the hip, I leave em flat
Hop out the whip
My *** go blatt blatt blatt blatt blatt
Let me go
I jump out the car
They all wanna pic
I done did or seen some ***
So I be clutching on my blick
Even when I take a pic
We don’t love no hoes
We break em
We came so far from the vacant
He act so hard but he shaking
He play so cut but he cookie
*** ***
We turn semis into fullys
Spank his ass
Switch on the glock
When I catch I give em a whoopin
She love StunnaMan
I told the *** I’m Him
Proof in the pudding
Call the shots and I send em
He don’t think with his mind
I get it took
I made a big cake outta crumbs
Before my grandma left
She told me I’m the one
He can’t get right
Then he get left where I’m from
Product of my trenches
I came so far from the slums
*** I came so far from the trenches
I came so far from the jects
Now it’s foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand
I hold my fist up
And I bet I get her wet
Before I play
I load my clip up
Iont send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots thru his neck
*** catch one to the neck
Ima send this *** up
Soon as *** go down
That’s on my set
She an eater
So I made the *** go down
Soon as we met
I Told Johnny bust me down
50 thousand around my neck
I told my brother put him down
And when you done
Come get yo check
If I don’t do nothing
Ima get that check first
*** it’s YRB or nothing
Yeah I’m head first
***, You can keep on your clothes
*** I want head first
We be sparking *** like January 1st
You know we light *** up like fireworks
My lil *** tweaking
He just tryna show me how his fire work
*** better not do no reaching
If he do, I bet irons will burst
We ride SRTs
And make Opp ride in hearse
I made a big cake outta crumbs
Before my grandma left
She told me I’m the one
He can’t get right
Then he get left where I’m from
Product of my trenches
I came so far from the slums
*** I’m just a product of that 1 Way
I came so far from the jects
Now it’s foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand
I hold my fist up
And I bet I get her wet
Before I play
I load my clip up
Iont send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots thru his neck
