50's & 100's

Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds

Four-four in my Prada
These bitches treat me like Obama
I'm tryna bend up her posture
Revolve the block with them revolvers
Revolve the block with them revolvers
Your homie got popped, that's your problem
I'm pulling her hair, she feel like she Rapunzel

I'm tired of fucking these bitches, but no we not loving these bitches (Hey)
I got a Glock in my pants, she fell in love with the dick print (Hey)
Fifty's and hundreds and Ak's, try keeping your distance (Hey)
I painted her face, she thought I was artistic

Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds

I got a Glock with a leg in it
Please don't make me tear the ligament
I'm with some demons insidious
All of my killers possessing shit
I'm with HD, he gon tear a bitch
Blow up your block, on some Tetris shit
I might go cop me a wetter bitch
She make it rain on some weather shit
Bitch I'm with the circus, I hang with gorillas
When our guns had got bigger, we turned to some killers
No orange tips, we gon make you feel em
When you step on my field better bring out them hitters
Four-four in my bag, posted up on a pillar
And they deeper than us, so this shit might get realer

Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds
Fifty's and hundreds
We got them fifty's and hundreds



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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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