[Intro: Cold 187um]
Man, I'm at the light, man
N***as is mad dogging
I'm looking at the light, I'm looking at them n***as
I'm looking at the light, I'm looking at their bitches
I'm looking at the light, I'm looking at my shit
I'm thinking this shit is real
This shit is real

[Cold 187um]
Yeah
Now tell me who wanna step to the real
As I'm beatin' down they block with my clip ready to trip, ugh yeah
Cause player haters getting chin checked quick
Running off, with the mouth, like the jealous groupie bitch, yo
I'mma jack him for his motherfucking loot
His house, his bitch and his motherfucking Lexus Coupé
Well, if you killed me you can have all that
But if not, don't be surprised who that missile bein' launched at
Cause in the cell, realest they can't get
N***a, check your nuts cause you fucked, ugh yeah
And then it's just like a O.K. Corral
Cause they don't give a fuck about your bitch or your child
Have you all tied up in the house
Dynamite rip your ass with a gauge in your fuckin mouth
Mad as fuck, cause you're squealing like a bitch
But they gonna kill everybody, before somebody snitch
Now, everybody's getting hit up
Cause some bullshit got twisted, got messy as fuck
Because you cats playing dumb
Me and my n***as was out
When I was rolling in the Candy blue 'llac on whips
I be the player for life, ride
I get love from the blue and the red side
So lay them out all over my gun smoke
I never slipped when I'm rolling on my 100 Spokes, bitch
[Chorus: PEE GEE singing] (x2)
You got the fliest shit
You got air lines
You look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes

[Hook: Cold 187um] (x4)
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke

[KM.G]
When I bought my 100 Spokes, I bought a four five
Just for a n***a like the KM, to stay alive
Deep into the motherfuckering three, but we call it the trey
Built like the Rocks but it's made by Chevrolet
Flowing and quoting what I need to
To get though the hood, n***a, or get to my crew
And meditate, and regulate, never perpetrate
And plot on these busters, they gets fate
Legit, hard, works this shit when it comes to them riders
My Anchor got 3 wheel, funk track provider
Rules to through motherfucking sounds I'm giving
Westcoast I know you love it and wish you can live it
Hear something about them 100 Spokes
When they be like dipping, whipping around delight women
Freaking all the freaky bitches when they're like spinning
Above the Law giving it up
[Chorus: PEE GEE singing X2]

[Outro] {​​​​​​​​​​​repeats until fade}​​​​​​​​​​​
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke