100 Laps
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
R.I.P to all these rappers I eat
Been on the crapper so long, my feet done fell asleep
You a Capper-corn nigga, ain't no goat from the sea
You know the ocean is deep
You know the notion of deep
Soundcloud 9 hopin-to-bes
Yeah, show them boys the ropes and then it's tug of war
Ain't afraid to battle, send a fleet
Send a hundred more
If them boys sayin' they a hundred
We a hundred more
I don't think you niggas really want it, 'cause I want it more
Yeah, olive oil poppin', I'm just warming up
Your boo wanna do me, make a movie and perform with her
Feelin' kind of hoopty 'til she rode me like a foreigner
I beat the pussy up and PETA had to call the coroner
They say they just seen him last night
Now they mournin' 'em
I told that nigga get his raps right
At his memorial
Asked his girl, yeah, he trash, right
And she's like, "yeah, that's right but raccoons don't even fuck with him."
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
Think it's peachy up in Georgia 'til I put my shooters on 'em
Don't mess with my boys in Florida
Heard there's something in the water
You gassed up and you on quarter tank, now your ass a martyr
Rap niggas, they think they want the fade, they must've meant a barber
Send him to his alma mater
On the motherfuckin' Marta
He think he a shit starter, end up pissed, "why I oughta-"
In a ditch, oh, I got 'em
Body lit or might dissolve 'em
Finger prints, that ain't a problem
Calculate and then I solve 'em
Gotta keep a pool stick, 'case a nigga outta pocket
Shorty peep my music, now we motherfuckin' talkin'
They want smoke, them niggas coffin
Watch him croak, stop hip-hoppin'
What's a plug without a socket
Sellin' drugs without a profit
Man you niggas need to knock it off
I'm the boss
So that means I'm layin' off
You fuck niggas stayin' off
Damn, I think that I should lighten up
Light the blunt, I'm fired up
High as fuck, a higher-up
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
R.I.P to all these rappers I eat
Been on the crapper so long, my feet done fell asleep
You a Capper-corn nigga, ain't no goat from the sea
You know the ocean is deep
You know the notion of deep
Soundcloud 9 hopin-to-bes
Yeah, show them boys the ropes and then it's tug of war
Ain't afraid to battle, send a fleet
Send a hundred more
If them boys sayin' they a hundred
We a hundred more
I don't think you niggas really want it, 'cause I want it more
Yeah, olive oil poppin', I'm just warming up
Your boo wanna do me, make a movie and perform with her
Feelin' kind of hoopty 'til she rode me like a foreigner
I beat the pussy up and PETA had to call the coroner
They say they just seen him last night
Now they mournin' 'em
I told that nigga get his raps right
At his memorial
Asked his girl, yeah, he trash, right
And she's like, "yeah, that's right but raccoons don't even fuck with him."
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
Pack so loud, them neighbors up and packed
If he said a hundred, ain't a fact
Nigga ain't it been a hundred laps
Yeah, I'm still running shit
Think it's peachy up in Georgia 'til I put my shooters on 'em
Don't mess with my boys in Florida
Heard there's something in the water
You gassed up and you on quarter tank, now your ass a martyr
Rap niggas, they think they want the fade, they must've meant a barber
Send him to his alma mater
On the motherfuckin' Marta
He think he a shit starter, end up pissed, "why I oughta-"
In a ditch, oh, I got 'em
Body lit or might dissolve 'em
Finger prints, that ain't a problem
Calculate and then I solve 'em
Gotta keep a pool stick, 'case a nigga outta pocket
Shorty peep my music, now we motherfuckin' talkin'
They want smoke, them niggas coffin
Watch him croak, stop hip-hoppin'
What's a plug without a socket
Sellin' drugs without a profit
Man you niggas need to knock it off
I'm the boss
So that means I'm layin' off
You fuck niggas stayin' off
Damn, I think that I should lighten up
Light the blunt, I'm fired up
High as fuck, a higher-up
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Writer(s): Oladapo Onagoruwa
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