100 ROUNDS

Lyrics

Woah oh, oh, uh
 She is not around
 No, she is not around
 Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid
 I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around
 I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds
 If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds
 I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh)
 Uh, I got guns, what you sayin'?
 Uh, I told my slime, he gon' spray him
 Uh, treat him like the 'wood, we gon' bake him
 Glocks out, MACs up, we gon' broad day him
 We gon' broad day him, we gon' cold case him
 Put him on a t-shirt, we gon' put his face there
 That boy like to talk a lot, but really wouldn't say nothin'
 If it's 'bout some money, I'ma pull up with my gang, yeah
 Oh, and I'vе been feeling alone
 Up in this place without my brothers, keep my hand on my chromе
 This stick on me and I won't aim at not a thing but your dome
 I'm smoking super loud, I get high like I'm Cheech and Chong (Oh)
 And my neck look like a waterfall, it's so icy, oh
 And she won't be my wifey, no
 But she see me with no thotty, oh
 I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around
 I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds
 If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds
 I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh)
 I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around
 I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds
 If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds
 I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh)
 I got a ho and she sucking on dick and she going so crazy like, "Damn, wow"
 MAC with a dick, extended clip, suppressor not making a damn sound
 Glock with a laser, shock like a taser
 Sippin' lean, no chaser, I'm higher than a spaceship
 I fuck with a country bitch and she love doing dip
 Asked the bitch if she could swim 'cause all this water on my wrist (Oh God)
 I'm getting faded with your bitch and we been sipping on this Cristal
 And all these diamonds on my wrist, might fuck around and freeze my wrist, oh
 A lot of missed calls
 I'm too high so I can't see you, but baby, don't get pissed off
 Smoking Cali gas, fuck around and lift-off
 Oh, fuck around and lift-off
 I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around
 I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds
 If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds
 I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh)
 I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around
 I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds
 If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds
 I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh)
 We gon' broad day him
 With a hundred rounds
 Oh
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:41
Key
5
Tempo
84 BPM

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