Watch the official music video for “On One” by Trae Tha Truth and Mozzy, now featured on RapStarVidz. Check out the visuals above, then scroll down to learn more about the release.
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Trae Tha Truth & Mozzy – On One lyrics:
[Verse 1: Mozzy & Trae tha Truth] I could pop, but I don’t pop it, you got drops, then, nigga, drop itDouble styrofoam is toxic, my lil’ finer shit is chocolate
We ain’t watchin’ niggas’ pockets, Louis case for all the watches
He lost his case, but he wasn’t trippin’ ’cause he took it to the box
I got put on by the block, I got put on bustin’ knocks
I got put on with them threats, they say it’s paper on my top
I’m a donor for the ave, you shouldn’t bang it if you not
He beat his bitch up on the strip when it was lit and made it hot
Tell her post if she a bop, gotta bust [?][0:36] or somethin’
Bought a brick an hour ago and we just poured an eight of somethin’
I been thumbin’ through this paper with my gangsters, shit ain’t nothin’
Niggas know how HGM and ’em be bomin’ (Yeah) [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] But to these niggas in danger
I bet I go out with a banger
Hit up your spot like a painter
I get with your bitch, entertain her
I turn a rapper to a singer
Duck this case, fuck 12
Ain’t no tellin’, just bailin’
Heavyweight with it, broke the scale
Tapped in twice, two times
Two times, here to run it back
Run up on me, how to get get packed
Go get your nigga, he finna get smacked
Run with your move and we here to get back
I’m on his neck, he ain’t gettin’ no slack
Bullets at him, get to runnin’ like track
Yeah, they they hit him, he ain’t runnin’ it back
It get cold, you better check the weather
Feel like it’s finna get flooded
I’m a star in this bitch, I’ma stud it
Wanna battle with me, better dud it
I’m finna turn this bitch up
I got the heat, check my seats
On this turf, check these cleats
Stomp a nigga ass, check these feats
Whoop a nigga ass, get a nigga beat
Know I’m with the shit, tell a nigga lead
We don’t go to 12, know that nigga weak
I don’t wanna speak, put him in a sheet
I’ma put you down, leave a nigga sleep
Money on who? Know that nigga cheap
Thinkin’ it’s a game, bet a nigga cheat
Way a nigga [?][1:33], feel like I’ma tweak
I’m finna shake this shit up
If you lookin’, drop the lo’ and get up
I feel like Pac, I get him hit up
Send ’em, make a nigga split up
Son him, make a nigga spit up
Ain’t no tellin’ when I jump in the mix
This shit I’m packin’
