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 shit I wake up and just do this shit 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 shit My niggas is serious You niggas delirious No stoppin' us, period I live at the dealership Angry, a nigga 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 niggas talkin' reckless, schemin' on my necklace Hundred round drum, niggas 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 fuck 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 nigga from a born, I'm badder (Uh) Gyal climb on cocky with a ladder [Verse 6: Sleeks] And keep climbin' (Ayy) 'Cause she a bad bitch with no manner (Bad) I know a mad man with a dagger (Mad) That says, "Fuck feds" at the camera (Fuck 'em) Trappin', pick up a brick (T-line) Rip it in bits, gone (Trap) I'm really livin' this shit, 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 bitches, 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 shit This flow is like water, need cruise ships My life is a movie, take your flick It's a foreign, bitch, 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 bitches, we the hundred gang (Oh) Couple JLos on my money train (Ah) Nigga been fresh, feds watchin' (Fresh) Diamonds dancin' like a Jabbawockee (Oh) Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki It's Fresh, Hoody, and sloppy papi (Go)