[Intro]
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Too many Glocks in the spot, it got me paranoid
I'm just clutchin' on my shit 'cause I keep hearin' noises
I got a 40 and 9, bitch, pick your poison
Dropped thirty out a long K, then flipped the cartridge
We finna have a long day, but I'm just gettin' started
Now I'm finna pour a whole eight and blow Cookie Fortune
N***a, don't get mad at me because you can't afford it
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)
I'm finna get some glass P's from my auntie Porsha
It was Hi-Tech, I can't believe she only charged me forty
I can drink a six, sell a ten, and still makе a fortune
Lil' T like to shoot shit and Rio like to torturе
Got some head from my uncle wife and piped her daughter
Only reason that I hit that bitch is 'cause she had a charger
I ain't talkin' 'bout the whip, she was plugged with a doctor
She was swipin' too when she went on trips with her mama
Bitch brought me back ten scripts and six hundred dollars
N***a, that was some light work
Rio got precision with that blade, check his knife work
I'ma boss up and do the blade with the right work
Chris trippin' again, he paid four hundred for a white shirt
He just hit a bitch and her friend off a white Perc'
E'll coproduce your whole track like he Iceberg
N***as better pay me on time like I'm Big Worm
Or I'll put this 40 in your mouth and hold that bitch firm
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Big 40 on my hip, I'm still paranoid
My heart just drop every time I see them fuckin' boys
We finna torture this lil' n***a, he better not make no noise
E, keep this lil' n***a quiet, give his ass some toys
My Cookie got black spots like Chips Ahoy
And this Cookie punchin' hard as hell like De La Hoya
I think my fiend OD'd 'cause I ain't cut the boy
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)
I keep that Glock by my side, that's my pride and joy
My phone slappin' right now, so I ain't got no choice
But to sell my fiend some bullshit 'cause I ain't got no boy
I'm 'bout to sell his ass some wax 'cause he want a point
I'm 'bout to sell him a preroll 'cause he want a joint
I had to smoke this pussy n***a just to make my point
Gave unc' a line of cocaine so he can stay on point
Rio got that knife on him like he in the joint
We roll Backwoods and Swishers, we don't fuck with joints
I remember my first .40 was a Hi-Point
That bitch held fifteen and made a lot of noise
Just seen a n***a get stretched out by the Flint boys
Just seen a n***a hit some dog with some steroids
So many of my fiends died, got me scared of boy
I heard old boy told, now I'm scared of boy
Lil' cuz got a new plug, I'm finna sell some boy
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)
I might rob my new plug, then get his ass deported
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
This gun got a body on it, so I'm paranoid
This bottle got my name on, so I'm never 'noid
One day, I made a fiend OD, so I'm scared of boy
I'm on Seven Mile right now, punchin' credit cards
It's a thousand hustles, n***a, it ain't never hard
To get a bag, I sell lean and I deal with fraud
I bought some cocaine from bro, but I'ma sell it hard
I bought a four-piece of soft, it wasn't never hard
Y'all been pussy from the jump, y'all wasn't never hard
Unc' gon' pay me on the first, I got his debit card
I bust a OT prescription on Livernois
But I'm a Flint n***a, I caught sales at Civic Park
Watched a n***a I love get killed and it hit me hard
I'm on Stockdale with Louie in the middle part
Shoot a n***a with this four-five, fuck up his middle part
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)
I'm in a SRT8, it got a different starter
One day, a n***a got stretched 'cause he hit our car
Bro jumped out with two Ks and he hit his dog
That's a long-ass story, I don't know where to start
Caught a body out my auntie car, I don't know where to park it