[Hook]
100 I shoot (4x)

[Verse 1]
Look I don't dab, yeah I rap but bitch I tote my own strap
Pussy n***a wanted a feature, I never sent his song back
You ain't a rapper, you a trapper, well OK go on trap
Cuz we listened to your mixtape and every song wack
You can call it paranoia, I think every phone tapped
And these broads ain't never loyal, I think every hoe'll rat
Or get off in her feelings and fuck another n***a with a sack
Or a broke n***a that need her to keep her self esteem intact
I got nobody to call if I ever need a stack
That's what got me out there selling weed, 17 and strapped
I was still going to class, studio spending my last
(Grind hard) Fast forward I'm just recycling the paper
I had this bitch out Magic City, don't know why she like when I tape her
I think she tried to hack my iCloud and Kim K & Ray J me
I know some good girls I should've married but I'm too fucking crazy
Still trying to fuck up your nearest dice game like "Who got me faded?"
It's Lito

[Hook]
100 I shoot (4x)
(That's my last name. I'm talking bout 100 shots too, pussy ass n***a.)
[Verse 2]
I got a pocket full of hundreds, finna give it to my mama
Told my accountant, look I promise I'm finna get this other comma
Look lil n***a don't make giggle, cuz you really don't want no problems
You'll get hit up make my hitta go commit another homi
Hoe the feds got my lil homie, I saw 'em sitting in the lobby
At my hotel before a show, but he wasn't with me and they ain't bother me
I had a pistol, 15 stacks, and a eighth of drank in my front pocket
He got scooped up the next day, man I'm still thankful God got me
Press rewind I almost died in Oakcrest, me, Elroy, and Notty
I'm just glad my n***a lived, must I repeat yeah God got me
Probably somewhere with a connect like a fucking hotspot
Either that or getting neck from a bopping thot pocket
Pull off from prison in a Porsche, my partner hopped out chopping up the profit
Since he been gone I been grinding hard everyday, ain't finna stop it
Every day it's steak and lobster, my filet served [?]
200 I straight? Make it 200 I 6-8, aye drop it


[Hook]
100 I shoot (4x)

[Talking - Jazzy Coach[?]]
And I'm still working for Nashville rappers. JAY-Z know me. He just done made more money than me. Jay-Z. Shoutout, Jazzy Coach[?]. You remember, 1988, how we used to live. Your life just done got a little better than mine. I work for Nashville rappers, man. Jay-Z, you need to bring me that money; so I can help Nashville rep. Jay-Z. Bring me some money man. You know how we did in '88. Let's do it in 2017-'18, Jay-Z!

[Snippet from Gucci Mane's "Trap House"]
"I got too many vices/ I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices"