Lyrics:
of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that)
Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt)
Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah)
Hundred
dance (aye), put you on a job (I)
Threw that bitch a lob (yeah), threw that bitch a lob
Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag (uh), yo
Backwood
my kids
I'm too rich to be dealing with a petty bitch
These two clips get to hitting, hundred round drum don't miss
I put up 'em for sale then
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy
Seven hundred for the Vetements
I'm a boss, not a gentleman
25 hundred dollar hosts ain't enough for you to pay those rentals
You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it
My whole mood I showed y'all
no joke
Made a hundred from a show and spent that all on some clothes
Y'all really ain't no killers, y'all really some hoes
Let me see, let me
Look, I don't talk to niggas (nah), I don't feel these niggas (at all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready, go kill these niggas (brrt, brrt)
sounds crazy
I just wanna see ya
Oh, I gotta ask
Do you got plans tonight?
I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I
I was thinking I could fly to your
out your mouth 'less you know the cost
It be a hundred nigga with blue flags surrounding your yard
I spin in a Wraith, yeah
Yeah, I'm shootin' up
them fuck arounds
Pull up, got a hundred round for a whole count
Three rings on like a World Series champ
Thuggin' hard on the internet, get your
top, I'm in the loop
It's do-do-do-do-do, bitch we ain't callin' out a truce now
Stacking this bread, hundred grand on the low
I be scamming
hundreds, blue strips like I hit the bank (like I hit the bank)
If he 'round me, then you know we 'bout that pistol play (grraow, grraow, grraow, grraow)
ain't Robin's, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I'm the shit, like a toilet, why you flexin'? Can't afford it (huh)
Huh, I know I'm winnin' but they
(woo)
A hundred nigga broke, that's a shame, shame, shame (broke)
Picasso Margiela, it got the paint, paint, paint (Margiela)
Four thousand dollar
it
Had me offended last time that I walked in the hall, went through
Let's break it down for 'em
Account this, if every show is a 100 thou' for him
with a price
100,000, yeah my price
Too many rings like I'm Mike
I got the muhfuckin' mic
I got the muhfuckin' ike
I told your bitch to come trike
the same
Perry growin' up and I got the same gang
100 deep, run up, yeah I'm glad you came
Young nigga with expensive tastes
Matter fact, ask your girl
your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
100 nigga broke that's
Patek, hundred thou' on my arm
Got yo' bitch on the run, yeah she callin' me the gun
The Actavis, it got a nigga in a headlock
Flintstone diamonds, make
I get a hundred bricks on my arm, I got a hundred stacks in my charm
Make it rain, sin city
I spend hundred bands on that storm
Now don't fuck
Came for the crown and held it
Treat the Maybach like a Honda coupe (Did it for Brooklyn)
Throwing hundreds up out the roof (Did it for Brooklyn)
reality (reality)
I'm giving one hundred percent of me
So take it orderly
Whether you're in or out (out)
This is what I'm about
Because I'm up, I'm down
Ayy, I just want a bust-down, I don't wanna cuddle
Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you (bitch)
Ayy, all in her jaws like some
Louis gang Prada Gang Fendi gang Nudie gang
Dirt gang, Gucci gang Gucci gang
Spent a hundred racks on new chain
New Rollie on that's loose change
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