Section One Hundred Billion lyrics

[Intro: HoodyBaby]
Wait, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
I don't know how to do this sh*t
I wake up and just do this sh*t
HoodyBaby, I'm too legit
I'm the boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a two-door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick, that judo sh*t
My n*ggas is serious
You n*ggas delirious
No stoppin' us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a n*gga rich
We want the bigger fish
Chopper to open ya
Chop with the mafia
Ask in this section, we pop-pop-popular
Popovich, we poppin' shots

[Verse 2: Inch]
Wah
Pull up with the OH, I mean war (Huh)
I mean war, big rass war (Huh)
Big rass war that will lick down your car (Wah)
See me with the gang, better know that squad (Uh, rah)
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
If these n*ggas talkin' reckless, schemin' on my necklace
Hundred round drum, n*ggas gon' respect us
Mob ties, yeah, I'm heavy with the Texans
Hit the UK, I'm mobbin' with the Section
Out here ballin' since a adolescent
I was fifteen when I start finessin'
Told a teacher f*ck her math lesson
I was juggin' through the whole class session

[Verse 4: Swift, Deepee]
Trap money, I'm a trapper (Uh-uh)
My young boy once had Rihanna (Work-work)
Flash the brucky like a camera (Boi-boi, uh)
Slap-slap, that's the hammer (Boi-boi)
Count grand to my nana's (Uh)
Sucky-sucky from hatters (Mm-hmm, go)

[Verse 5: Deepee]
I ain't inna the passa (Ayy), passa (Ayy)
If I clutch you bruck, you go back up (Ayy-ayy)
Get me down, I get back (Ayy)
'Cause mi casa es su casa (Boi)
Six man in the van, that's gang in the pan
That's macaroni and pasta (Skrrt, boi)
Bring a n*gga from a born, I'm badder (Uh)
Gyal climb on c*cky with a ladder
[Verse 6: Sleeks]
And keep climbin' (Ayy)
'Cause she a bad b*tch with no manner (Bad)
I know a mad man with a dagger (Mad)
That says, "f*ck feds" at the camera (f*ck 'em)
Trappin', pick up a brick (T-line)
Rip it in bits, gone (Trap)
I'm really livin' this sh*t, pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Verse 7: Littlez, Luvaboy TJ]
Uh
Peng-peng wanna get groovy (Yeah)
Man, I turn your girl to a groupie (Groupie)
Gold ratchet tings and bougie (Bougie)
With her big boobies and booty (Yeah)
See the big tall man move bookey (Bookey)
Old school, my bros, no new G's (Uh)
Roll with a clip like the movies (Uh)
Man, I kick man down like Bruce Lee (Yeah, skrrt!)

[Verse 8: Luvaboy TJ]
I got all of these b*tches, need papi chul'
They ain't want me then, but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch 'em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli' from Penny Proud
Got some new shoes off some new sh*t
This flow is like water, need cruise ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It's a foreign, b*tch, it's a foreign (Van Gogh!)
[Verse 9: Famous Fresh]
They know I'm flexin' (Yeah)
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Plug stay connected (Yeah)
Blue b*tches, we the hundred gang (Oh)
Couple JLos on my money train (Ah)
n*gga been fresh, feds watchin' (Fresh)
Diamonds dancin' like a Jabbawockee (Oh)
Your b*tch ride me like a Kawasaki
It's Fresh, Hoody, and sloppy papi (Go)