Hundred Band Jug lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dude]
Yeah
Trapnanana
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Dude]
Hundred band jugg, I run up them racks
f*ck on your b*tch in some Gucci slacks
I get to the money, I ain't new to that
Pull up on your block with a stick and I'm shootin' that
Hop in the booth, I ain't writin' no raps
I'm straight out the trenches, these n*ggas be cap
I'm the one who put the hood on the map
Two tone Glock with a fifty attached
Remember I used to serve the dummy pack
I hopped in that foreign, it's no lookin' back
These diamonds they dancin', doin' jumping jacks
Your diamonds ain't dancin' b*tch, take that sh*t back
Uh, yeah, I'm on point just like Kyrie
Dej loaf, bet a n*gga won't come try me
Two twin Glocks, yeah them b*tches they Siamese
Young n*gga thuggin', was born in the nineties

[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
I get them bags in Toronto
We whackin' sh*t just like Griselda Blanco
I see the whole court like Rajon Rondo
A young n*gga took the draco in the Hummer
We get out the pack, I ain't talkin' 'bout gumbo
Luciano, yeah he numero uno
Double back gang keep extendos
This a dirty game, why you n*ggas keep playin' Nintendo
Chopstick kick, make a n*gga do the limbo
Hop out the free car and it's a Benzo
These n*ggas gettin' locked up for actin' mental
The AR push off like instrumental
They ain't let me in so I came through the window
Everything a young n*gga do monumental
These n*ggas be tellin' but on they on pillow
Keep me a Smith like Jaden and Willow
I'm a real street n*gga, man these n*ggas ain't right
He told on his man, 12 gave him a Sprite
I'm puttin' these n*ggas on ice
We took all the bread 'cause he wouldn't give us a slice
I'm still in the hood like fried rice
Hoodrich b*tch, n*gga better get your bread right
Catch me an opp, then you know this sh*t on sight
Pull on your block then we hittin' the headlights, skrrt
[Chorus: Lil Dude]
Hundred band jugg, I run up them racks
f*ck on your b*tch in some Gucci slacks
I get to the money, I ain't new to that
Pull up on your block with a stick and I'm shootin' that
Hop in the booth, I ain't writin' no raps
I'm straight out the trenches, these n*ggas be cap
I'm the one who put the hood on the map
Two tone Glock with a fifty attached
Remember I used to serve the dummy pack
I hopped in that foreign, it's no lookin' back
These diamonds they dancin', doin' jumping jacks
Your diamonds ain't dancin' b*tch, take that sh*t back
Uh, yeah, I'm on point just like Kyrie
Dej loaf, bet a n*gga won't come try me
Two twin Glocks, yeah them b*tches they Siamese
Young n*gga thuggin', was born in the nineties

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
b*tch I been ballin' like Irving
I sip that codeine, don't f*ck with the bourbon
n*ggas be talkin' but n*ggas ain't workin'
I keep that chopper on me, that's for certain
I poured a four up in my new Louis turban
b*tch you hoeing, why you act like a virgin
Gucci bag gon' hold the chop when I'm lurking
Diamonds dancing, I'm so clean like detergent, ayy
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout politics
I pull up on blocks with a lot of sticks
He said he want smoke, we brought all of it
Thirty round, fifty round, n*ggas be poppin' sh*t
I just spent like twenty in Prada
Hit up Neimans, then I f*ck on your daughter
Fenix Flexin, I been servin' the water
I brought the pints through Canadian border
[Chorus: Lil Dude]
Hundred band jugg, I run up them racks
f*ck on your b*tch in some Gucci slacks
I get to the money, I ain't new to that
Pull up on your block with a stick and I'm shootin' that
Hop in the booth, I ain't writin' no raps
I'm straight out the trenches, these n*ggas be cap
I'm the one who put the hood on the map
Two tone Glock with a fifty attached
Remember I used to serve the dummy pack
I hopped in that foreign, it's no lookin' back
These diamonds they dancin', doin' jumping jacks
Your diamonds ain't dancin' b*tch, take that sh*t back
Uh, yeah, I'm on point just like Kyrie
Dej loaf, bet a n*gga won't come try me
Two twin Glocks, yeah them b*tches they Siamese
Young n*gga thuggin', was born in the nineties