Lyrics for One Two Three by Bali Baby :
[Intro]
Hah, you b*tches don’t know how to do this diss sh*t
pus*y! Muah!

[Verse 1]
Don’t mention me, and b*tches poof, or your career go (where’d it go?)
You know that you’ve been a fan of me, I’m your career goals (muah!)
Fiji on my face, so all the haters, I do not see those (I don’t see ’em)
You texting scary, acting gangster to the people
Sneaking ’round my bitty, you get popped just like a weasel (pop, pop)
All them n*ggas with you, can get poked just like a needle
Brazy little b*tch, I carry straps like this sh*t legal
You don’t want no smoke, and rap, I promise my sh*t lethal

[Chorus]
One, two, three, b*tches lurking on me (what?)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my di*k (get off my di*k)
One, two, three, b*tches copy what they see (it was me)
Four, five, six, n*ggas acting like a b*tch (gang, gang)
One, two, three, b*tches lurking on me (b*tches what?)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my di*k (yeah, sing along)
One, two, three, b*tches wanna f*ck with me (yes, with me)
Four, five, six, b*tch I’m pulling up with di*ks (haha)

[Verse 2]
b*tch we all know that you broke (peasant!)
You ain’t even talk sh*t on the mic, you choked (pus*y)
I’ma hop on twitter just to pop, you joke (clown ass hoe)
When you see some views up out your page, you was stoked (you’re welcome)
I don’t care to shout you out, because your music trash, ass (yeah)
Tried to put you on but stupid b*tch that’s in the past, blast (oh no)
Move around without your guard, you know I’m on your ass, fast (I’m on your ass)
You couldn’t even bought a flex, that slide cost you your last cash (how much you pay for that?)

[Chorus]
One, two, three, b*tches lurking on me (they lurking)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my di*k (aren’t you bugging?)
One, two, three, b*tches copy what they see (b*tch get off my di*k)
Four, five, six, n*ggas acting like a b*tch (you’s a b*tch)
One, two, three, b*tches lurking on me (you’s a b*tch)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my di*k (haha)
One, two, three, b*tches wanna f*ck with me (haha)
Four, five, six, b*tch I’m pulling up with di*ks (pulling up with di*ks, haha)

[Outro]
Yeah b*tch, you already know what the f*ck going on
Brazy Bali in this b*tch, checking in on a pus*y hoe like what’s brackin’?
f*ck you mean man, yeah my lil’ nursery rhyme song just slaughtered your ass
Meanwhile b*tches tip-toeing through the bitty
Hah, lame ass hoe ain’t even in Atlanta, pop that sh*t, b*tch
Why you waited til the next day to pop your sh*t, hoe?
Waited to post your video the next day
You was in Aston Georgia, at the Waffle House
Let them n*ggas know the truth man, ain’t no reason to cap
Hah, Casper, f*ck you talking ’bout, pus*y!
Lil’ Miss Piggy mad because her home city put me on and not her
Nah, keep sucking my di*k, full call, I love it, muah!
Go head