Youngins lyrics

[Chorus]
That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start c*cking
Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a n*gga pockets
Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start c*cking
Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pus*y feeling c*cky
Hundred youngins, they bussin, they pop and run that pus*y pocket
Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start c*cking
Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking

[Verse 1]
.44, c*ck it, shoot it
b*tch, go prostitute it
My jaw still locking, screamin' "f*ck the prosecutor"
Bells on [?], juggin' deuces all on Bouldercrest
Jury still Gucci, touch that brick, get hit with KelTec
[?]
Hundred young n*ggas, they lay in your bushes
My jaw still lockin' while I'm [?]
[?] fartin' like a whoopie cushion
Sippin' on the 'Tussin, ain't no question, I'ma bust it
Chopper flashin' like a camera, call that b*tch Lil' Kodak
Youngins in the cut with hundreds of [?], and switches, and stitches
Servin' junkies, jumpin' the fences, bells on the benches
Six digit, Balmain my britches, chickens in my mama kitchen
Trigger finger still itching
I'm Mr. [?] these b*tches
[?] stick, we vibing
Got my jaw still locking, I can't talk to the b*tch
Got a hundred on my thighs
[?] b*tch, I'm fifty rich
I just [?] hundred green guys
Still thug, a hundred deep, I'm wit' a hundred rude boys
What the f*ck my mama tell her son to go to school for?
We whippin' up dope in a pot
Put that di*k on a thot, ooh
Audi Quattro [?] Lambo [?] the OG dropped off at my door
[Chorus]
That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start c*cking
Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a n*gga pockets
Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start c*cking
Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pus*y feeling c*cky
Hundred youngins, they bussin, they pop and run that pus*y pocket
Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start c*cking
Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking

[Verse 2]
Punchin' on them gas bags, you can call me Rocky
Broke my wrist inside a deuce, the [?] lockin'
Draco, lemon squeeze, I see you watchin', pocket watchin'
Ten bands on this carat, got me lookin' Liberace
Young and crippin' wit' the ice, just chop you like a [?]
My jaw still locking, I wake up, go get the [?]
Ay, f*ckin' on a stankin' b*tch, right across the street from [?]
All I want was top, ay, right back to the spot
Blue Benjamin, time to count it
Forgiato mountain, how dope boys ride in Atlanta
[?] sippin' so fill my script
[?] so put [?] all on the counter
MPA, brr, brr, big dipper
[?]
I double clip the KelTec
[Chorus]
That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start c*cking
Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a n*gga pockets
Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start c*cking
Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pus*y feeling c*cky
Hundred youngins, they bustin', they pop and run that pus*y pocket
Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start c*cking
Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking