100 Shots
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)
Yeah I'm switchin lanes gold rangs gold chains ain't carin about a damn thang
Tryna get paid for some flame in this game while you lookin like a damn lame
I don't wait for sunshine I lurk in the rain
Seen shit that would make an angel shake
All that time makin cake all those days I spent
Awake can't explain the time I spent in the fiery lake
Feelin like I can't escape yeah feelin like I can't escape
Dope boy ballin wanna make that major money
All about that bread naw we ain't in no studies
Give this shit my all my family gotta eat
Why y'all let this monster out took it off the leash
With a little bit of money you can do some damage
And we gotta get that work gotta send that package
Yeah I got some demons im dealin with everyday
So unfortunate cuz I ain't got no escape
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin
Put em on my back and ride low
Miss my mother fucka joe
100 motha fuckin shots
100 on the damn dash still I drive slow motion on the interstate runnin
Ripped the fuckin mirrors offa Cadillac I never turn around for nothin
Yeah My brothers steady gunnin
one in a fuckin milllleeeeon
Paper fuckin view I'm tryna put my city on like it's nothin
.45 grip got a gold tip, bitch bad let er rip for a fuck slip
Crown Vic make a flick wit a fuck chick
Hoes trip for a kick bitches mad sick
Can't fuck around hollow points wit ya name on it
Run around sick a hound not a fuckin shamed for it
Takin out the trash a dirty job or it oughta be
Skiid up wit the nose bleed cravin me a robbery
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)
Yeah I'm switchin lanes gold rangs gold chains ain't carin about a damn thang
Tryna get paid for some flame in this game while you lookin like a damn lame
I don't wait for sunshine I lurk in the rain
Seen shit that would make an angel shake
All that time makin cake all those days I spent
Awake can't explain the time I spent in the fiery lake
Feelin like I can't escape yeah feelin like I can't escape
Dope boy ballin wanna make that major money
All about that bread naw we ain't in no studies
Give this shit my all my family gotta eat
Why y'all let this monster out took it off the leash
With a little bit of money you can do some damage
And we gotta get that work gotta send that package
Yeah I got some demons im dealin with everyday
So unfortunate cuz I ain't got no escape
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)
Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)
Bitch I never fold (Nah)
Time is getting sold (Shit)
Dices Gettin rolled (Price)
Prices for they necks (Blap)
Steady cashin checks (Hundid)
Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin
Put em on my back and ride low
Miss my mother fucka joe
100 motha fuckin shots
100 on the damn dash still I drive slow motion on the interstate runnin
Ripped the fuckin mirrors offa Cadillac I never turn around for nothin
Yeah My brothers steady gunnin
one in a fuckin milllleeeeon
Paper fuckin view I'm tryna put my city on like it's nothin
.45 grip got a gold tip, bitch bad let er rip for a fuck slip
Crown Vic make a flick wit a fuck chick
Hoes trip for a kick bitches mad sick
Can't fuck around hollow points wit ya name on it
Run around sick a hound not a fuckin shamed for it
Takin out the trash a dirty job or it oughta be
Skiid up wit the nose bleed cravin me a robbery
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