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Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters Six bars for 20K, I just knocked out another feature Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a eight-ball 9-1-1, call them bastards, fire in the booth Ten out of ten times, can tell a liar from the truth It's 11:11, you better make a wish At 11, I turn 13 like 12 ain't exist Catch me hoppin' out your bushes, it's Friday the 13th (We gon' turn your block to Crystal Lake) 14 grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip Cuddy just made 15 in a day, he servin' in the sticks Sweet 16 of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket The Glocky hold a 17 today, I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public) If the 18-wheeler make it back, just know I'm rubber band man Just like David Banner I was 19 with a plan, but they ain't understand 20-20 vision off the shrooms, I'm in Wonderland Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, 21 22, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck 23, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T 24, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up 25th of December, that's the type of gift that I am 26 different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam Scrumble touch down with 27 like he Eddie George Actin' like he sellin' 28's, how much you bet he poor? On the 29th, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a 30 off the bench 31, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite Opps say they got 30, I tote 32 'cause it's on sight 33, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly 34 people in front of you, you gotta sit in line 35, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives Why your wrist on 36? You know you lookin' weak, guy It's 37 different reasons I can't stop hustlin' Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin' Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you 39? Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys 41, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt My Audemar a 42, like all I had to do was work 43 days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt 44 outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc' 45 plus 55, that's me, like add me up, you nerd Paid Habibi 46, don't even ask me why he purged They think I play with trick dice, I rolled like 47's First 48, you a snitch 49 times out of 50, I think you would switch 50 rackies if you never seen that lil' boy, you a shrimp 51 lines in, 49 to go (had to switch the beat on 'em) It's 52 cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me 53, I'm banging fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy 54 nights on the road This the 55th day, still goin' strong Fourth and 56, fuck it, gang, I'm goin' long 57, five-seven FandN, I'm totin' pole 58 jacks stacked double like a totem pole 59, if he a Jack Ham, them Steelers on his dome (look him up) It's 60 seconds in a minute, do you use your time wisely? (Do you?) Unky said the first time that he trapped was '61 Sixty-two hundred on my fit, you down to 60 slugs 63, doubled up the lead, it's like six to three (They ain't finna score again, it's over) Boy, this life shit not a game, this not Nintendo 64 Knock 65 times before they let us in the door If it wasn't for the rap, I'd be on Route 66 Or probably have like 67 credit cards in the whip Ocky put a 68 into his dash, he in the ditch (boom) If they get him in that room, he gon' 69 Cruise control, I got it set at 70, ain't finna drive Doggy whip a 1971, he movin' ill-advised 72, I think 'bout 72, and I look in the sky Today's forecast's 73, it's lookin' beautiful I don't gang bang, but know some 74's and I can merch on that I-75 to Eight Mile, just the usual You would've thought the spot was 76 'cause all we serve is gas Cuban hit for 77, Luka Trončić on the Mavs (Mark Cuban, you get it?) Remember ridin' in that shooter, only goin' 78 with both feet on the gas I don't get it, could be 79, still won't be on my ass 80 on me, four pockets full, a dub in each one Bro drop a 81 like Mamba, please don't be dumb 82 games in the season, I won't miss nada Chain know like 83 dance moves, this bitch Sada Drankheads, we done poured 84's, Impala (Skrrt, skrrt) 85, bet I catch the bag like Ocho Cinco (I might as well change my first name to "Chad") We'll nuke yo' block like Chernobyl in '86 You rollin' up some 87, I can't take a hit Drop a eight, then drop a eight, it's purple when I take a piss Dudie only got 89 likes, why he take that pic? (Corny) I'm on a 90-day grind, shit, God can be the judge Walked in, only threw like 91's? You need to leave the club '92 Jordan, catch me scorin' in the clutch 93 in my truck, plus, it's in my blunt 94, hot as hell, I'm dodgin' state troopers If they pull up with a hunnid, 95 some fake shooters '96 Bulls how we ball, bitch 97 percent that we tackle 'em, I call, "Blitz" Pieces 98 cents each, but these bitches bussin' 99 my overall, that ain't shit to go get a bucket Only right we end it here, gon' always keep this shit a hunnid ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia
Writer(s): Jonathan Burt, James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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