Hundert

I'm addicted to finessin
Smith and Wesson on the hip
Started working with the work
And I been balling ever since
Hoe, it's wheelchair with a Jimmy
Ya'll ain't fucking with the drip
I can ball out with no ball
Still break the backboard and the rim
Ayy, my hoe house in the playoffs
Think I'm 'bout to win the chip
Remember days up on that corner
Sold the highest grade of fish
And now school shooters do my shooting
And them fuckers do not miss
Feeling like I'm R kelly
So I might just take the piss
Looking like I'm Klay up in the corner
Issa swish
This match up is too easy
Think that I might need a switch
Fuck it, Imma pass this to my brother
Fifi, come kill this shit
Ayo F, come kill this shit
I just hit another lick
I just hit another bitch
Thinking that it's that time
Ayo F come kill this shit
Ayo F come kill this shit

When I close my eyes
Look around and find you in myself
I don't got any drugs on the shelf
I need help
Found the drugs in my bag for myself
This ain't good for the health but oh well
You don't kiss, I don't tell
Feeling like I'm Pitbull, meet me at the hotel
Meet my gothic bitches in my hunie pop
School shooters they be bussin with a hunnid shots
Me and Jimmy just got done fucking on a hunnid thots
Jimmy got the fish now I'm cooking with a hunnid pots
Looking for a dear, I got a hunters shot
Feeling like I'm keem, looking for a buck
That a hunter dropped
You say you a hater, you a fan waiting for another drop
Cruising in a pink MX-5, I make the top drop



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Writer(s): Filips Cimermanis
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