100 Shots

Lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool] Uhh. Who that? Bitch! Baah! Wassup Dolan? Uhh, yeah You want me perform? I need a deposit I'm on the stage dancing with a rocket I been balling, might get signed to the rockets I had to pull the plug out the socket That boy a bitch, he not my partner Catch him down bad, we gonna rob him I'm bagging percocets with the doctors I'm the type nigga to fuck Ms. Parker That lil nigga bluffing, he not about to shoot Hop out with them sticks and we take all your loot Put the trap on replay and I came back with boot I ate that bitch pussy I taste like some fruit Q Da Fool send your ass to the moon I'm in the [?] with my goons And you gonna get shot [Gun shot 5x] If you muhfucking move! [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] A muhfucking savage; Free Lil Mar! Scope on the choppa, I see from afar Fuck nigga tried to rob and he didn't get far When I pull up they like, Oh shit thats op! Bitch I been working out with the Glock Selling water to your mom's and your pop's It was soft then I turned it to rock I got a drum; I'm not about to box I kick your door; I'm not about to knock The sticks on the floor, they catching the box You is a snitch, you pressing the charge My nigga just came home and he [?] I need a million worth in my garage I could never get played like Rob Backdoor a nigga he threw me the lob OTD; Yeah I'm cool with the mob Hopped out in some Yeezy's, I'm mixxed in with sauce He thought it was coke but I served him some salt I got some automatic guns in my vault I'm getting stupid head from a thot Pulled up with Boog; Double cup, thats Wock I'm sending hollows, I'm not sending dots 50 shots, 100 shots Everybody getting fucking shot Rich Shootas we working with them sticks If you work for the feds boy you a snitch And if I find out imma bury that bitch Shot off his fur, you can't bury his pic Bitch i'm real dirty dirty as it get Bitch i'm real dirty dirty as it get Nigga got buried early he a lick I got up very early i was lit 100 shots, 50 shots Everybody getting fucking shot 100 shots, 50 shots Everybody getting fucking shot My junkie hopped out in Supreme I'm serving college kids cocaine and beans I might just cook a nigga like some beans Fuck do you mean? You say you want smoke? Go get a rope I get a lot of blues just like a Loc I get money if I'm sleep or I'm woke I'ma show these niggas cash ain't a joke I really slid on 'em, that was me I had to take a break, sit back and think Louis Vuitton, I ain't buying her Pink