100 SHOTS Lyrics

Bitch I'm bleeding gold (swag)

Bitch I never fold (Nah)

Time is getting sold (Shit)

Dices Gettin rolled (Price)

Prices for they necks (Blap)

Steady cashin checks (Hundid)

Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)

Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)

Bitch I never fold (Nah)

Time is getting sold (Shit)

Dices Gettin rolled (Price)

Prices for they necks (Blap)

Steady cashing checks (Hundid)

Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)

Yeah I'm switching lanes gold rangs gold chains ain't caring about a damn thang

Tryna get paid for some flame in this game while you looking like a damn lame

I don't wait for sunshine I lurk in the rain

Seen shit that would make an angel shake

All that time making cake all those days I spent

awake can't explain the time I spent in the fiery lake feeling like I can't escape yeah feeling like I can't escape

Dope boy balling wanna make that major money

All about that bread naw we ain't in no studies

give this shit my all my family gotta eat

Why y'all let this monster out took it off the leash

With a little bit of money you can do some damage

And we gotta get that work gotta send that package

Yeah I got some demons I'm dealing with everyday

So unfortunate cuz I ain't got no escape

Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)

Bitch I never fold (Nah)

Time is getting sold (Shit)

Dices Gettin rolled (Price)

Prices for they necks (Blap)

Steady cashing checks (Hundid)

Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fuckin decks (Skerp)

Bitch I'm bleeding gold (Swag)

Bitch I never fold (Nah)

Time is getting sold (Shit)

Dices Gettin rolled (Price)

Prices for they necks (Blap)

Steady cashing checks (Hundid)

Put you in a hex Bitch I stack the fucking

Put em on my back and ride low

Miss my mother fucka joe

One hundred mother fucking shots

One hundred on the damn dash still I drive slow motion on the interstate running

Ripped the fucking mirrors offa Cadillac I never turn around for nothing

Yeah My brothers steady gunning

one in a fucking milllleeeeon

Paper fuckin view I'm tryna put my city on like it's nothin

.45 grip got a gold tip, bitch bad let er rip for a fuck slip

Crown Vic make a flick with a fuck chick

Hoes trip for a kick bitches mad sick

Can't fuck around hollow points wit ya name on it

Run around sick a hound not a fuckin shamed for it

Taking out the trash a dirty job or it oughta be

Skiid up wit the nose bleed craving me a robbery