100 Thoughts

Nigga, don't look at that back
Now she got a hundred (Hundred)
Nigga, don't look at that back
Now she got a hundred thoughts

Boy, look at that back
Nigga, don't look at that back
Nigga, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash

Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'

Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy

Walk, nigga, my block ain't a cut tru'
Nigga cut tru', get got

He's talking a lot
You don't want the suttin' to cut you 'cause if I cut you that's long
Watch where you walk
Nigga, my block ain't a cut tru'
Nigga cut tru', get got

He's talking a lot
You don't want the suttin' to cut you 'cause if I cut you that's long
Sitting in my room
Two bad ones came tru'
Nigga, that's a one v. two
The man dem rude

Wan' beat me, ten goons
That's everyone v. you

Boy, look at that back
Nigga, don't look at that back
Nigga, that bum's a fraud

She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts

Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy

I'd be lying if I said I that I loved these streets
I'll be in the gaff just baking
Tell my bros come bring some flavours
Now we doing up Come Dine with Me
I can never bring the gang to a show
Imagine if I brought them on tour

Like, B, ain't you heard before?
I smoke herb, I'm a herbivore
Like a minute ago, she was dressed up
Blinked, now she in her drawers

Boy, look at that back

Nigga, don't look at that back
Nigga, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats

So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy
Back, nigga, don't look at that back
Nigga, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Beresin, Benjamin Ross Ash, Harlee Milne, Josh Goldenberg, Benjamin Pramuk
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