They Ain’t 100

Lyrics

[Intro] T-T-T-The super producers [Chorus] Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up [Verse 1] On the High Road and I'm drivin' slow with one ucker When I tell her, "Suck," she don't say much, not one stutter My nigga Sav poked a lot of yutes with one cutter Feds kicked it in, got my niggas yard on the front cover Free 'em, man's really out 'ere in the deep end My Louboutin shoes are in season Used to trap all night, it was freezin' This Samsung keeps on beating The Shard is where I'm sleepin' Some steak is what I'm eatin' I'm in Gaucho's with the Gs dem I put six bags on my left wrist Put my brother Dotz on my necklace Got my brothers locked for some next shit Got a raw box then I press it They talk it, I live it, gotta call for a four in the midget So I flew round to the kitchen I got a few ounce by the biscuits [Bridge] Young niggas gettin' street money till they lock me I got a white girl with a big back, she talks Cockney They see the kid and they skate out, it's not hockey Keep the dots in the gym bag, true, it's stocky [Verse 2] Whip, whip, whip then I'm servin' Skatin' 'round in a foreign car, it's straight German Gotta bad bitch with a big back, she likes twerkin' I gotta new trap and I told the cats, "It needs curtains" He threw me a bird and I jerked him Me and him ain't squared till I burst him I dice packs and I drop packs on the workman I got stacks that's for certains I miss Dotz, bro, I'm hurtin' I'm with Mouth, bro, we're lurkin' I just buy straps, I don't reason 'Cause my man thinks we're beefin' But when I slide 'round, I don't see him Or he's breezin' like a athlete The whole squad know I back beef Treat restaurants like they're McD's Taught my young boy how to stack P's I came up off a crack fiend (Crack friend) Throwin' this paper, no litterin' Aged fifteen, I was bit'n'win I'm eating in Gaucho's, you're getting slim, I need two scales when I get it in Cooked two Z's in ten minutes I gotta trap spot, I'm rentin' it Just cling and carbs, no beds in it And I'm out the door if a feds in it Done a lotta shit, I ain't regrettin' it I get the raw and I'm extending it If the coke's hard then I'm blending it I dont know nuttin' 'bout no benefits [Bridge] Young niggas gettin' street money till they lock me I got a white girl with a big back, she talks Cockney They see the kid and they skate out, it's not hockey Keep the dots in the gym bag, true, it's stocky [Chorus] Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up