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Relly Cole

"100 Bandz"

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna go to war with my family
We come through a n*gga door like what happened
Coolest n*gga tried to play me I'm savage
Don't want no beef he come my way Ima handle it
I see you flexin on the gram, Arm & Hammer
With a couple hundred dollars like you stackin
n*gga postin money wheelin in a average
Ain't spent a dollar it ain't hard to f*ck a bad b*tch
Pay me b*tch I need a bunch like the Brady's
Juggin, f*ck around sell it back to a baby
Got problems then I c*ck that b*tch like McGrady
Time to T up out the gutter
I get the jugg from my brothers
Careful it's snakes undercover
They was the ones sayin love ya
But they actually sayin f*ck you
So f*ck em' and plug em
n*ggas talk crap but be duckin
But see when we shoot we don't miss we catch muf*ckin buckets
And if we miss b*tch you lucky
Pull a few strings call a hit turn your ass to a [?]
Have you ever came up from nothin
You not from The Mud why you bluffin
I'm from the traps you get trapped in the middle and stuck in
Then bag his ass up like luggage
Find somewhere to tuck him
(Ohhhhh)

[Pre-hook]
I gotta get me a bag
I gotta run me a check up
I brought a strap into mass
I ain't got nothin to give
You can get got off a rat
I got so many reasons to live
So I gotta run me some racks

[Hook]
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 100 bands

[Verse 2]
f*ck all that sympathy, you not kin to me, ay
Came up off 10 a g, juggin energy
I can't count my enemies, way too many, b
But they can't stop my hustle see my future vividly
I guarantee she remember me
Thanks for the neck I received, let me know when you finna leave
And I'm the sh*t, don't pretend to be
n*ggas they wanna be mini me
n*ggas be mad when they b*tches see
LaMud on the rise if you sin for me
We send em back with a B & E
We bear more arms than a centipede
Ima, kick a n*gga door, Liu Kang, all black, in and out, Usain
And if there's any altercations up I bat, bat, bat, b*tch I'm Bruce Wayne
Could give two f*cks if she a dime
I don't even care for no loose change
Try to play me like a damn lame, I could have a b*tch for every mood swing, and Nah
I don't give a f*ck, promise it ain't sh*t to set a n*gga up
f*ckin with the upper echelon
You can catch a couple f*ckin uppercuts
Stick up make a n*gga give it up
Facebook make a pus*y think he tough
Slide by your granny house, hit it up
Leave your front door dented up

[Pre-hook]
I gotta get me a back
So be careful where you flexin'
I brought a strap into mass
I ain't got nothin' to give
You can get got off a rat
I got so many reasons to live
So I gotta run me some racks

[Hook]
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz
100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz, 100 bandz

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