100 SHOTS (feat. Demarc CBT)

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Hey, it's on these 50s on they block, I finish spill with a hundred shots
Matter of fact, beat him four hundred, I finish spill all four blocks
I know that bitch boy be runnin', but he ain't runnin' from these shots
Ayy, I spin first, I don't do get back Walk up on a nigga with your chains, you get

That shit snatched I ain't gotta attack you from the back, I
Fed from the front I have your head flat, real, I don't speak
Up on the net, that's where the feds at But I say it in a song, uh-uh, where your
Mans at

Dig his dead ass up from the ground with his dead ass
A young nigga really ain't pussy, he just smooth, yeah
Catch you out of school with this tube, I thought I bought you, do my groove, yeah
And after that, I wouldn't even say nothing, ayy

Yeah, I'm dumb, but I ain't that dumb, nigga Walk up in the school like I'm not nigga
No, they won't do somethin' Ayy, I'm not nigga, that's for sure
Bitch don't think, I'm just quiet, that don't pussy, hell no
Let a nigga think that he on a phone, watch how quick I let it blow

I'm too little for this bitch, but I'm too smart, can't move slow
Finna dick his bitch down, after that, get the load
But the bitch might send me up, so I'm finna take her with me on the road
And if her vibe ain't changed, she gave the boy the real low

But still, she finna hop up out the car with the chopper
F*ck she think this is, she better blow it like a flute
Or I'ma get on that bitch ass, leave a hole in her, fruit loop
Ayy, I ain't goin' nowhere without my Glock or my crew

I got my twin on the side, he leave you hangin' on the roof
That nigga talkin' all that shit, until I shoot him in the tooth
We shot your mans in the party, bitch ass nigga, that's the truth
Before you talk, you better think before you say that

I got my gang up in the party and they don't play that
All that talkin' on the net, he better erase that
Man, my gang, they some killers, only one word to get your face snatched
Ayy, tell that nigga he better watch his fuckin' tone

My twin, the demon, he'll pop you in your dome
The Glock, Medusa head, turn your ass to stone
I make a nigga fly high like he Jim Jones
Ayy, we spinnin' round every block, I'm ready to kill a bitch

Say a word to piss me off, I'm ready to pill a bitch
12 involved, I'm like, huh? Just call me Skilla, bitch
I'm like New York in this bitch, the way I'm drillin' shit
I'm on the side of my twin, I put you up

I'm bangin' blue, but I got killers, that's some blood
Man, talk that shit, I have my bitch come beat you up
Man, I ain't walkin' out the house if I ain't got my blick tucked
Ayy, I be on the hoes, it's to the point, forget I had a bitch

My man gon get me caught up, keep on textin' my lil' other bitches
Bros before hoes, but I don't know, guess he forgot the shit
If he wan her he can have her, I get another, so I'm cool with it
I accidentally cheated on my other bitch, my bad, bae

Bitch done cheated too, we bout to back, we do this every day
My brother Jay got my heart, but shit, I don't wanna litigate
Don't why, she won't make her mine, so I'ma let her play
Ayy, I got the Glock up in my hand, I let that bitch spray

Man, if that nigga keep on talking tell that nigga, I'm not the one to play
That nigga smiling and shit, I shoot that bitch right off his face
Man, tell that nigga get the f*ck on before I put him in his place
Ayy, can't f*ck with me up in this bitch, I'm on the top of shit

Man, I go crazy on the beats, nobody stoppin' shit
Ayy, talkin' shit to AR, finna spit some hot shit
Touch my twin nigga, bet we send a hundred shots, bitch

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