100 Shots lyrics
by Mak Sauce
[Intro]
Cook that sh*t up, Quay
[Chorus]
A hundred shots out that stick, you better go retarded
And that's your man you better slide, ain't no back and forthin'
I pull up with a dirty stick to make sure you hit
A young n*gga with them bricks and I'll flip this b*tch
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young n*ggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f*ck around
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young n*ggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f*ck around
[Verse 1]
I work my wrist, I work my wrist, I work my f*ckin' wrist
Thirty thousand dollar profit, I just made a brick
See and me and Judo broke it down, we just slayed a brick
Oh give that b*tch to Marlo, let him go filet the brick
Fishscale off-white look like a real fish
Don't test it now, you push that boy and it's like a killswitch
Two hundred thousand on the table next to five sticks
I send that work across the border, took a real risk
Rob who? take what? f*ck around get killed b*tch
Loyalty over royalty, blood sweat and tears sh*t
Rob who? take what? f*ck around get killed b*tch
Loyalty over royalty, blood sweat and tears sh*t
[Chorus]
A hundred shots out that stick, you better go retarded
And that's your man you better slide, ain't no back and forthin'
I pull up with a dirty stick to make sure you hit
A young n*gga with them bricks and I'll flip this b*tch
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young n*ggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f*ck around
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young n*ggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f*ck around
[Verse 2]
See my dog, that's my dog
I get 'em in by the ton with my dog (Baby)
The cops come, I'm gunning with my dog (21)
Them n*ggas playing games, I knock 'em off with my dog (No Plug)
I'll never ever ever think about crossin' my dog
See we stuck to the G code 'cause that's how the streets go
Young n*gga get it in, trap in the heat snow
Drop top or Rolls Royce but I want the damn Porsche
Young n*gga kickin' sh*t, seven hundred, seven horse
[Chorus]
A hundred shots out that stick, you better go retarded
And that's your man you better slide, ain't no back and forthin'
I pull up with a dirty stick to make sure you hit
A young n*gga with them bricks and I'll flip this b*tch
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young n*ggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f*ck around
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young n*ggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f*ck around