
Number 1
Male voice, no singing, Sound: beat around 98–102 BPM • Hard kick + simple snare • Bouncy bassline • Weird/funny synths • Space for punchlines Clean 808 • Head-nod bounce • Not emotional

Number 1
Male voice, no singing, Sound: beat around 98–102 BPM • Hard kick + simple snare • Bouncy bassline • Weird/funny synths • Space for punchlines Clean 808 • Head-nod bounce • Not emotional
Lyrics
Hook:
Okay, okay — I be runnin’ this, no cardio
Batter up, swing big, Barry Bonds at the rodeo
Feet loose, Velcro, I don’t tie no more
Green stacks fat, can’t close the drawer
Okay, okay — I be talkin’ slick, no oil though
Mind on fire, somebody pass the lighter bro
Number one, I ain’t even gotta try no more
Phone home — tell ’em send me all the smoke
Yeah, I gotta be number one,
curveballs big — yeah, it’s batter up,
Watch Nelly, only hit home runs,
never pause — I’m the cause, you constipation, swallow Tums,
Pink bubblegum Pepto ones,
I ain’t throwing interceptions, ready set hut — you done,
You just a small lunch, eat quick, quick shoot —
you throwing air ones,
Better step carefully — I got layups,
tongue out, slam dunk, my defeats? barely none,
Grab ya throat in a chokehold,
Khabib grip — yeah, I’m airing one,
Okay, okay — I be runnin’ this, no cardio
Batter up, swing big, Barry Bonds at the rodeo
Feet loose, Velcro, I don’t tie no more
Green stacks fat, can’t close the drawer
Okay, okay — I be talkin’ slick, no oil though
Mind on fire, somebody pass the lighter bro
Number one, I ain’t even gotta try no more
Phone home — tell ’em send me all the smoke
Feeling froggy? jump,
shoes stay loose, feet got Velcro on,
I’m running this shit, y’all joggers face-plunged,
ice baths — fingers numb,
Mind like fire, time to light this up,
stars all bright, I’m a diamond in the rough,
Used to eat dirt crumbs, now got green-sore thumbs,
watch the safe — yeah, Stanley count it up,
Knew my rage would Hulk smash,
green stacks wrapped in veggie roll wraps,
Spaceships in the sky, wheezy lift me up,
phone home — yeah, I need all of the above.
Okay, okay — I be runnin’ this, no cardio
Batter up, swing big, Barry Bonds at the rodeo
Feet loose, Velcro, I don’t tie no more
Green stacks fat, can’t close the drawer
Okay, okay — I be talkin’ slick, no oil though
Mind on fire, somebody pass the lighter bro
Number one, I ain’t even gotta try no more
Phone home — tell ’em send me all the smoke
