100 Rounds

Imma' see you in Hell
Test my gangster; Who the fuck you think I am?
Ya’ll live for the gram, I live for the bands
850 for my pants; I don’t wanna shake hands
I’m a 44 Don Dada; Murderer'! Murderer'!
If you ain’t in the field, nigga, I ain’t heard of ya'
Pussy, I don talk; You never know
Wait till they let the Boogie man home
Betta' not get caught, cause' we letting poles off
Bitch: What am I am? I’m a mother fucking boss
Shoes got spice, Chain got ice
Live that bag life, live the fast life
Trapping, or I’m fucking your bitch a night
Glasses, on my face and they all white
Black hoodie, black book-bag, mask on
Drive all the way to Bali, bring it back home
Feigns money in the hood, getting crack gone
4−5 on my lap; Crack his back bone
Keep hating nigga but the shit won’t last long
Auntie at the side door, no she won’t
Your bitch cooking for my nigga, this ain’t my hoe
Watch out for the fuck ass niggas from 5−0
Skrrt-Skrrt-Skrrt-Skrrt, nigga I’m in the trap
Juug-Juug-Juug Racks, racks, racks, racks
If you ain’t come with me, nigga get back
Momma always asking me, how’d you get that?
I be in the streets; 2 Chains, 2 Straps
Every mother fucking day a nigga get clapped
Got it for the low but you know I gotta tax
Like spray paint, I’ll get your ass tagged
Be safe; Don’t get caught
Riding down my block; We gon' shoot up your car
Don’t care if its dark; Hit him in the broad
Plane tickets; Now I gotta dip very far
I got the juice nigga, big ass Draco
Baby hit me but my chain an iced out angle
100 dollars just for a cheap ass
AK longer than dreads on Tadoe
Talking to my nigga and the feds on tango
Balling on these niggas; Breaking their ankles
He said he on my head, I don’t give two fucks
I keep a bunch of K’s, Feel like the Ku Klux
I’m handyman, a way; I keep the tool tucked
I’m out here everyday, now who wanna play?
Now who wanna play? Who wanna play tho' homie?
You know I keep the Hundred round Draco on me!
Now who wanna play? Who wanna play tho' homie?
You know I keep the Hundred round Draco on me!