100 Bars pt1

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, Luh... Turn up! turn up! what? What the fuck 075 shit man, 070 shit man Gang! What the fuck (Squad) Y'know how I'm comin' man Block shit [?] Aye Protegé Beats [Verse] One squad I ride for, Insane pitchfork 9-4 You niggas is fake, they calling the jakes got .30s in high points My niggas is scrawny they heading them oppers they blow like a blow torch My niggas been ready they cut like machete we smoking them steroids I got a fejita delete her I met her that bitch she a diva Wishing with me she hold heaters, I let that bitch roll up my reefer Hello you divas they sticky, we ain't divas we stacking fifties Yo bitch she icky like Vicky, I don't trust bitches they tricky Cause they would try to get me, but I can't go down like bicky Foregin on mooving on a mission, we got them .30s and .50s Stuff with three from philly, I be so high of this icky She shaking ass, showin' titties, I'm throwin' them hundreds and fifties I got that bitch off the Henny, I got them bands I got plenty I might cash out on some Fendi, punish a nigga that offend me Then he get blessed with this semi, that's what he get for that envy Tony Montana my name, now he got five in his brain Throwing my neck with insanes, check balling switching them lanes You ain't just gonna get banged, all of my niggas got aim Wet a nigga like the rain, be busting your claims Now that boy walk with a cane, don't use the squad name in vain White stroke got them withstains, whip that fatter with up with stain My shooters be shooting for names, I do this for money for fame I keep that nine [?], let that bitch go off go bang 7400 the gang, on the five pushing that caine Snitches be giving out names, I'm from the badboy swear we Insane I cannot rock with no lames, if you a opps you get banged Know P-rico we can't hang, I am a king call me James You is a rookie you playin', I'm MVP of the game L-I-L mister my name, I turn your plug to a stain I can merch that on insane Bitch I'm Montana these bitches be on me they barely can hind I-I just went shopping, I went on the speed bought [?] I lit up the scene, a .40 with beam that was hot as a candle Them choppers be big but luisse be little he toting them hammers We just went crazy with .30s, banana clips till you dirty My niggas be balling like Kobe, we shoot shit up in a hurry Clean that nigga like a turgy, boys we getting money for certain Hating on me what's your purpose? these niggas is chicken no turkeys They should add tweaking for curry, I just sit back and sip purple Hit the dope like a merchan, yo bitch is eating she worthless How can you niggas talk worthy, I pop of and I see murry These bitches be slid like [?], 360 spin call me Irving Bitch gets so much more than thirsty, I just been up and they gon' smurf me? Catch me in traffic I'm swerving, pull on my block and you serving My dogs come and get you they perfect, [?] be in a hearse Start off a war like the purge, make a nigga think he cursed Dressed up in a skirt, do a hit on a hot turf, leave a nigga on a shirt Play with my killers, get murked, my shorties be wilding berzerk My niggas be putting in that work, leave a nigga in the dirt I been a real one since birth BOSS!