100 Bars Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Nick on the track) Y'all some corny-ass niggas Yeah [Verse] Pull up, bitch, like kamikaze Four drugs up in my body Three pistols right beside me Two bitches tryna top me One line just to sample Tampered drank, get temper tantrums She spotted me and said I'm handsome Take him, hold his ass for ransom Stay down and flex the moola You a dork, she think I'm cooler Poor sport, he mad he losing She found out me and Maddy screwing Shot a nigga in his chakra Since he tryna be positive Lamb' truck, watch me run the miles up Get the glizzy, spot 'em, got 'em He not street, he just an actor Picked your bitch up on my tractor Slimed 'em, now I feel like Thugger Spin 'em playing Darius Rucker It's dinner, Suzie, get your brother Playing chicken, so we plucked him Not gon' cut you, brought my cutter Drank baby, ask my mother Me and your bitch secret lovers Kindergarten, I was humping Booked his ass, Danny Glover AMG, hear the thunder Spilled my drank, hit the woman Called her up, I was horny Clean Sprite, now it's Barney Passed out, now it's morning Popped a pill, now it's on me He moved on, get his homie Matsu' from bologna Achoo, bless the homie Own an island like Coney He was getting cash, now he bony Keep the Tommy just for Tonys Tired of being never lonely Took 'em in, they sleep up on me Look out the window, she tanning by sun They came by the two, but I'm not the one I got my fin, so why would I run? I'm going stupid, but I'm never dumb I said that I'm finished, but I'm never done Crushing your bitch, I feel like Big Pun Bust at a nigga, then go on the run They loving the drip, I feel like a sponge Came for the top and I feel like Spawn Keep a cup like Don Juan Treat Hi-Tech like fine wine Baggy-ass clothes like I'm in the '90s Balenciaga, it's the finest Tune her up, this bitch the finest Wockhardt cup, perfect timing Hop on the mic, perfect rhyming Spendin' the cash and I'm stackin' the lettuce Bitch, you broke, you can't even manage Opps on the way, but I can't even panic Walk in the spot and I'm breakin' it down Selling 'em whole, gotta buy you some pounds She get loosie in the lounge He fucked up his cash and I'm like, "How?" Many people like my style Asian chopper, chop 'em down Papercuts from cash, I'm like, "Ouch" Fuck niggas, keep 'em out Ain't 'bout shit, he just scream and shout Don't get no bag, then this bitch gon' pout On my own, don't need no vouch We keep pistols by the couch [Outro] Yeah, nigga Bitch Yeah, nigga, hundred bars, nigga, that Wraith got a lot of stars, nigga No cap, nigga 2T shit