Number One

[Verse 1: Cities Aviv]

John Proof, presidential lock city Thursday

Tell the blunt they should run quickly

On sight catch a buck fifty

No means, nigga, move swiftly

That's true story if you try'na be the first motherfucker to die

Shout peace mode, ravers have some clothes in my eye

Laid up and between two voluptuous thighs

I forgot all the persuasion, I can't even describe

So beautiful, so spiritual, unusual

O2 caddy scraping over San Coover

Money out the sunroof like I'm Larry Hoover

With no affiliation, shout to my relation

[Hook]

I'm trying hard each day to find a way

To get back to being number one

If I can make it sweeter to you

You'd have no need to run

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Step in the building like I own this shit

I can see it in the vows like Ivona bitch

You know who you rolling with, betta be careful who you showing shit

I'm just a role model with a polo neck

Come to the party on some solo shit

Leave with the dark bitch from Total

Pose for photos

Risotto made with the ink of the squid

The rims on the Lincoln spin

Eighty million on the pinky ring

Got these bitches bouncing like a slinky man

Tear faced in the winter

Flipping pancakes in the rental

I swear this shit is sentimental to me

I swear this shit is sentimental to me

Pick up the pieces I've left from all the past pain

I'm still living in the fast lane

In the streets where they flash flames

Yo, it's all about the cash man

It’s all about the cash, man

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oh No]

They say I'm number one on the speeding bullets

Something wrong with that trigger, pull it

Another run like you're Genna Mullet

I'm on track, olimpian shit, light the torch

No fire pass, murder smoke from the front porch

I'm in my own league, like fuck a sporter

Sport that white T

I need that Gogol like I'm Ice T

It's like I'm always on the heist, G

Just tryna pill with that light B

I'm moving at light speed

Fuck that bitch if she ain't liking me

Because her best friend invited me

And she wanna ride on me

The Frankie Lymon to the Chichy Simonds

I get 'em higher than a drunkard pilot

I'm flying this inside of privates

Flying inside of privates

I tell you, I ride that pink booty like it's piracy

Here's a name and a frame, light it like diamonds

Tell a bunch of clients, run when you hear the sirens

[Hook]