100 Deep

Lyrics

[Intro: TruCarr] Ayy (Trapboy3k) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] I don't think her mama like me, I got pole pokin' You got a sister, then I'll put some hoes on her This bitch was naked, I had to put some clothes on her Stepped on some work so bad, you see my toes on it [Verse 2: TruCarr] Whoop a nigga ass with my chain, he got stoned, look They was tryna tell me don't do it, then I stole on 'em Know I still fuck around with the guys, I can't fold on 'em Big pape', nigga, I can flex like I'm swole on 'em [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] More than one gun, bitch, we got extra chops Split a nigga's street in half, he got extra blocks Slid on the whole family, we made еxtra stops Spell it with a K, KrispyLife, bitch, yeah, I'm nеxt to pop [Verse 4: TruCarr] Cut a bitch off, do you wanna have sex or not? Hit one jugg, then another was next to plot I can get a nigga gone with a head nod Last nigga tried to diss, that nigga dead now [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] One phone call, leave you smokin' like a chimney In LA, need a blower, let me call Benji Ridin' around with a double-barrel, you better call Ricky Your daddy a pastor, you a bitch, you all Diddy [Verse 6: TruCarr] Yeah, I can do it B-I-G, they thought I called Biggie Hundred niggas pull up thick, yeah, them Carrs with me I don't give a bitch shit but dick, yeah, they all picky Never turn down, I'm with the gang, yeah, we all litty [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] Turnaround after turnaround, I'm startin' to get dizzy Like I love BBWs, I got a big bitch with me My niggas ain't 'bout no games, they about business I heard you workin' with the feds, you brung the cops with you [Verse 8: TruCarr] I got a fifty-round drum on the glizzy From my block, nigga, to your city Hundred of these hundreds, it ain't crispy Never leave the house without your blicky [Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd] I'm in LA with TruCarr Nigga tried to slide on us and we had to chew the car See me out with so— alright See me out with so many shots, you thought you was at a bar