100 bars
They might’ve dropped the K
You send shots, they fly straight in the air, well, mines flying straight
I done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face
Glock 10 take a n***a out to eat like it's tryna date
Four-five quick to first four-eight a n***a after I pour an eight
Pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, shit, I might die today
My bitch damn near thought I died last night, but I survived the drank
Hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, shit, you probably can't
Damn, that's embarrassing
I done popped four pills a day, I'm out, I'll kill for medicine
Fuck around and robbed the white house for a stash of bricks
'Cause they flooded the streets with bricks and guns way back in '86
My dog just hit me up, he got like eighty bricks
But he stepped them hoes too many times, he got like maybe six
I'll Teejayx6 a n***a, scam him out his rent
My chopper Brown, shit like that n***a Chris, get pressed into his lips
Bitch, I'ma die a legend
Sending shots, you catch 'bout four for free and you gon' die stressing
This bitch pussy fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher
On my way to— I can't say her name, she needed night checking
This bitch done took way more than what she need, I had a fight with her
Beat her ass and kicked her out the whip next to the night 'spital
Whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gon' die crippled
Love my opps, they always with somebody who gon' die with 'em
Free Lil Dub, used to hit punches, jugg slides with him
You was out in Cary Christian cooking up pies with me
I'm gudda, n***a, if you don't love the bands, then you can't ride with me
I'm gudda, n***a, if you ride with the opps, then you gon' die with 'em
Bitch, I'm a K user
My n***a stole some guns from Toronto, bitch, this Drake music
My n***a said he fucked with "Who Fed", he made some plays to it
Cleaned my closet out before I fucked her, these bitches stay boosting
Damn, these bitches stay choosing
She asked me could she fuck, it ain't surprise me 'cause we stay cooling
She asked me what I do for a living, bitch, I'm the state ruler
You lied your age to shake the block, pussy, but you a fake shooter
My brother asked me for a deuce and I smacked his ass
My mom asked for a thousand, I gave it to her, but it made me sad
I Glad wrapped the work and hit the stash, then I made it back
Been shaking n***as' box since I could read, so n***a, do the math
Ayy, bitch, I'm a cut master
You take too long to mix, pass it to me, you know I cut faster
Dog threw me a brick, that's a book, I'm in a dumb chapter
Up the blicky on you when I'm spazzing, we don't do no chatting
When your n***as' bodies drop, me and bro laughing
Cut the drank on a n***a two times, but I'm gon' tax him
This n***a think i'm pulling up to fight him, but I'm gon' whack him
You ever seen a n***a tear up the block with a blow cannon?
You send shots, they fly straight in the air, well, mines flying straight
I done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face
Glock 10 take a n***a out to eat like it's tryna date
Four-five quick to first four-eight a n***a after I pour an eight
Pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, shit, I might die today
My bitch damn near thought I died last night, but I survived the drank
Hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, shit, you probably can't
Damn, that's embarrassing
I done popped four pills a day, I'm out, I'll kill for medicine
Fuck around and robbed the white house for a stash of bricks
'Cause they flooded the streets with bricks and guns way back in '86
My dog just hit me up, he got like eighty bricks
But he stepped them hoes too many times, he got like maybe six
I'll Teejayx6 a n***a, scam him out his rent
My chopper Brown, shit like that n***a Chris, get pressed into his lips
Bitch, I'ma die a legend
Sending shots, you catch 'bout four for free and you gon' die stressing
This bitch pussy fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher
On my way to— I can't say her name, she needed night checking
This bitch done took way more than what she need, I had a fight with her
Beat her ass and kicked her out the whip next to the night 'spital
Whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gon' die crippled
Love my opps, they always with somebody who gon' die with 'em
Free Lil Dub, used to hit punches, jugg slides with him
You was out in Cary Christian cooking up pies with me
I'm gudda, n***a, if you don't love the bands, then you can't ride with me
I'm gudda, n***a, if you ride with the opps, then you gon' die with 'em
Bitch, I'm a K user
My n***a stole some guns from Toronto, bitch, this Drake music
My n***a said he fucked with "Who Fed", he made some plays to it
Cleaned my closet out before I fucked her, these bitches stay boosting
Damn, these bitches stay choosing
She asked me could she fuck, it ain't surprise me 'cause we stay cooling
She asked me what I do for a living, bitch, I'm the state ruler
You lied your age to shake the block, pussy, but you a fake shooter
My brother asked me for a deuce and I smacked his ass
My mom asked for a thousand, I gave it to her, but it made me sad
I Glad wrapped the work and hit the stash, then I made it back
Been shaking n***as' box since I could read, so n***a, do the math
Ayy, bitch, I'm a cut master
You take too long to mix, pass it to me, you know I cut faster
Dog threw me a brick, that's a book, I'm in a dumb chapter
Up the blicky on you when I'm spazzing, we don't do no chatting
When your n***as' bodies drop, me and bro laughing
Cut the drank on a n***a two times, but I'm gon' tax him
This n***a think i'm pulling up to fight him, but I'm gon' whack him
You ever seen a n***a tear up the block with a blow cannon?