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waps on me, like I am Fetty
Hey, hey, I got some hundreds, my waist, hey, you got some debts, so you pay
Hey, I put my racks in the bank, yeah, I made

a way to break bread
Not even talkin' about all the gang shit
Cause the gang shit is the lame shit

Put you in the dirt ahead of time
Takin' advice from

these niggas off the rocks
Flunkys cap they ain't on shit fr them niggas all some bots
Drop 100 in yo crib make you call the cops
Any opp get pressed ion

broke
That gold in them hills took back them pen strokes
A hundred years later we got cars and rockets, now its black gold this time that's lining them

time or no energy
She said she wanna smoke, what you token on
I got a contact on the low, girl what's going on
You can ride with me, but can't ride for

to chop shit up and spin some
I done fucked a hundred bad hoes, yeah, and then some
They done let the fours inside the door, it's time to blitz sum
I'm

you knocked off
Fuck the snitches free Frank Hugo, he sittin behind the wall
Put the switch up on the glock, all you heard was 100 shots
Bad bitch go

him spin cus he don't spin that block one time he spin again
And Free lil ken he in that cage no he been locked up for some days
Behind the wall no he

it's fifteen hundred for a bar
In Detroit
Black shoes, black car

In Detroit
I just busted up the wires
Hard left
Now I'm fucking up the ties

I just

Complex on the run ups and a stab on their neck
Stress with an anger and death from the mess
Less of them hundreds of heads on the bed
Correct with a weapon

time of the month where I'm feeling like waking up counting the dubs
Ya baby be calling, I know she want all us, she prolly be fucking the bruhs

Bad lil' bitch and I don't wanna waste time
Freaky bitch, she callin' me on FaceTime
I got a bitch and I'm lovin' her waistline
And she stay fine,

and get it
Man, that's so lame
I don't understand
And I probably never will
I'm too busy trading Crypto
Going in for the kill
I ain't got no time to chill

the spot right now with a hundred, nigga

You keep on talking, nigga, you meet that bitch
I don't know why they lying, these little niggas fraud
They never

with you
Yeah it's all in my head bitch I made up the issue
Got some holes in my head I still miss you

Five hundred on some shoes that I'll never wear

you niggas passes a couple of times
In practice running suicides, you won't touch them lines
I did, that's why I get buckets like Bron, uh, yeah
In

the click
100 rounds ona stick
Bust down ona bitch
…Livin like this
Gang signs wit a twist
No time for a bitch
See I walk like this
& I talk this
Bout my shit

Don't be wasting my time
You be ruining my vibe
Boi VanDee
Sometimes e de be like make I go and kill my own self
Wait ooh!
Look in the mirror I see

the fam there ain't no doubt about it
I do it all for the grind we got to keep it coming
Even dough its not in my time I got to keep it running
So who

year a 100 bands I made it
Fake bitches
Move together
They hate it!
Drop my top on 'em
I been made it
Bitch be talking
They pretty and paid
In real time

got motion
He left her broken up
Working on herself, yeah she had to focus up
She don't play games, she don't waste time
Baby keep it 100, 90 plus

don't you be dramatic

Thumbin through these hundreds need a bandage cuts be doing damage
Ain't no going back to being broke, that shit was too traumatic

At the auditions today?
That was today? Gee, what a bummer
I'm serious. Hundreds of people showed up
And I had to turn all of them away
Because you flaked out
This

was fiending, I'm killing the pussy, she bleeding like it's her, damn time of the month
Fuck off of me, if you thinking I'm kissing, you tweaking like