hunnid rounds

Lyrics

[Intro] (Thanks Zuko!) [Chorus] I just Ricked up, might keep my feet up now He a broke boy, whippin' them Kias now He want smoke? Okay, well, we might gun that boy down He want smoke? Okay, then we gon' spray a hunnid rounds [Verse] High as fuck boy, no, you can't say the same We keep sticks like this shit magic, like my name David Blaine Control that bitch like an XBOX, if she wanna play games Shoot shit like a '93, you gon' roll under that paint Boy I'm blood, you know that we packin' Just like that damn EP, bitch, you know that I'm back in action I got shit for life, lil' boy you'll know that it's my fashion Boy think he the future 'till they put his ass in past tense You wan' meet my friend? Okay, introduce you to MAC-10 And no, we not cool, no we not niggas, we not dapping Pass that [?] and now I'm on stage, bitch, know they clapping I sent bro the addy 'causе I knew nothing would happen Like a hoе at Lala, know that choppa get to flashing We don't miss Got a Glock in my hand and this shit gon' shoot out like an [?] wrist Fuck them four pourin regularly', I'm addicted to that tris You go through my discography and you won't find no miss Yellow diamonds like Caillou, sure them diamonds look like piss Still the same nigga from first grade, that G-Shock on my wrist Turn a scat pack to a gymnast, the way that it's gon' flip Turn a scat pack to a gymnast, the way that it's gon' flip Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I just Ricked up, might keep my feet up now He a broke boy, whippin' them Kias now He want smoke? Okay, well, we might gun that boy down He want smoke? Okay, then we gon' spray a hunnid rounds