100 Tries (feat. CC Blow)
Geeked in this motherfucker
Yeah you already know what the fuck going on nigga
Yeah, CC Blow nigga Izzat BandAid Muzik
Yeah I'm in this bitch too yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga CC Blow in this motherfucker
Yeah, why the fuck you telling lies when I know the truth
Just bought a thousand dollar gun it shoot missiles too
Why the fuck you telling lies when I know the truth
You the reason why I got to close my eyes in the booth
You the reason why you bleeding I ain't even want to shoot
Bitch I came Porsche truck should've came in a coupe
Brodie just got him a ruger I might get one too
I was thirteen sipping lean almost sleep off the juice
Probably pop him in the leg if he step on my shoe
One deep a hundred rounds I don't hang with the crew
Green dot on a nigga turn his ass mountain dew
I'm at Barney's out in Vegas brodie serving the food
I be dancing with the blicky I don't dance with no bitch
Do a nigga like he ricky window down and I hit
Put that pistol in her purse shawdy riding with a dick
Blow get any bitch he want, but shit he can't even pick
I be fucking niggas bitches know that shit make em sick
I don't even fuck with niggas I just stay out the mix
Bitches tell a hundred lies I don't trust them for shit
It might take a hundred tries on the road to be rich
Yeah you already know what the fuck going on nigga
Yeah, CC Blow nigga Izzat BandAid Muzik
Yeah I'm in this bitch too yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga CC Blow in this motherfucker
Yeah, why the fuck you telling lies when I know the truth
Just bought a thousand dollar gun it shoot missiles too
Why the fuck you telling lies when I know the truth
You the reason why I got to close my eyes in the booth
You the reason why you bleeding I ain't even want to shoot
Bitch I came Porsche truck should've came in a coupe
Brodie just got him a ruger I might get one too
I was thirteen sipping lean almost sleep off the juice
Probably pop him in the leg if he step on my shoe
One deep a hundred rounds I don't hang with the crew
Green dot on a nigga turn his ass mountain dew
I'm at Barney's out in Vegas brodie serving the food
I be dancing with the blicky I don't dance with no bitch
Do a nigga like he ricky window down and I hit
Put that pistol in her purse shawdy riding with a dick
Blow get any bitch he want, but shit he can't even pick
I be fucking niggas bitches know that shit make em sick
I don't even fuck with niggas I just stay out the mix
Bitches tell a hundred lies I don't trust them for shit
It might take a hundred tries on the road to be rich
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Writer(s): Julius Masters
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