100 Bands

Put the gang in the flame
They gon remember our names
We don't fuck with them lames
All they do is just complain
We don't pop fucking xans
Teardrops when it fucking rains
She my girl, she the one
She is just like flipping gems

100 bands, 100 bands
All we want is 100 bands
Nava ran, nava ran
When we pull up with the gun
Nava duck, nava duck
Cuz we got them loaded glocks
Throw a punch in yo face
And it's harder than the rock

Middle finger to the haters
I ain't got no fucking manners
With my homies we gon pull up
Like we fucking power rangers
All these hoes be faking 'round
Like she Donald Trump supporter
Eat that booty like it's lunch
Like it's frickin ramen noodles
We gon be rich soon, ouuu
We gon ride raris, ouuu
Walk with them fat pockets, ouuu
Get on top like rockets, ouuu
Fuck that bitch in party, ouuu
I do what i want, ouuu
I say what i want, ouuu
I do what i want, ouuu
Boy with the pillies,
he got fucking overload. Then he got overdose sleep in the casket
Me and my homies we smoke lotta goody dope,
then we fly high in the sky like Peter Pan
Messing with us, you gon end like a Tennis ball.
Hit you hard, flip you up just like the racket
Sip hard on lean, got me walkin in slow mo.
Just like I'm Lil Pump and i said Gucci Gang

We gon be rich soon, ouuu
We gon ride raris, ouuu
Walk with them fat pockets, ouuu
Get on top like rockets, ouuu
Fuck that bitch in party, ouuu
I do what i want, ouuu

100 bands, 100 bands
All we want is 100 bands
Nava ran, nava ran
When we pull up with the gun
Nava duck, nava duck
Cuz we got them loaded glocks
Throw a punch in yo face
And it's harder than the rock



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Writer(s): Zeffrey Ahanthem
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