100 Bars

(Enrgy Beats) Big AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga, you know that I done dropped the K You send shots, they fly straight in the air Well mines flying straight I done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face Glock 10 take a nigga out to eat like he's tryna date Four-five quick to first four-eight a nigga after I pour an eight Pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, shit, I might die today My bitch damn near thought I died last night, but I survived the drank Hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, shit, you probably can't Damn, that's embarrassing I done popped four pills a day, I'm out, I'll kill for medicine Fuck around and robbed a white house for a stash of bricks 'Cause they flood the streets with bricks and guns way back in '86 My dog just hit me up, he got like eighty bricks But he stepped them hoes too many times, he got like maybe six I'll Teejay6 a nigga, scam him out his rent My choppa Brown, shit like that nigga Chris, get pressed into his lips Bitch, I'ma die a legend Sending shots, you catch 'bout four for free and you gon' die stressin This bitch pussy fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher On my way to- I can't say her name She needed night checking This bitch done took way more that what she need I had a fight with her Beat her ass and kicked her out the whip Next to the night 'spital Whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gon' die crippled Love my opps, they always with somebody who gon' die with 'em Free Lil Dub, used to hit punches, jugg slides with him You was out there carrying cushion, cookin' up pies with me I'm gudda, nigga, if you don't load up bands you can't ride with me I'm gudda, nigga, if you ride with the opps Then you gon' die with 'em Bitch, I'm a K user My nigga stole some guns from Toronto, bitch, this Drake music My nigga said he fucked with "Who Fed", he made some plays to it Cleaned my closet out before I fucked her, these bitches stay boosting Damn, these bitches stay choosing She asked me could she fuck, it ain't surprise me 'Cause we stay cooling She asked me what I do for a living, bitch, I'm the state ruler You lied your age to shake the block, pussy, but you a fake shooter My brother asked me for a deuce and I smacked his ass My mom asked for a thousand, I gave it to her, but it made me sad I glad wrapped the work and hit the stash, then I made it back Been shaking niggas boxes since I could read, so nigga, do the math Ayy, bitch, I'm a cut master You take too long to mix, pass it to me, you know I cut faster Dog threw me a brick, that's a book, I'm in a dumb chapter Up the blicky on you when I'm spazzing, we don't do no chatting When your niggas bodies drop, me and bro laughing Cut the drank on a nigga two times, but I'm gon' tax him This nigga think he pulling up to fight me, but I'm gon' whack him You ever seen that nigga tear up the block with a blow cannon? What up? Damn, we on a different time Thought he bought a pint, but this ain't that, bruh, I just hit a five Oh, you wanna buy some hit dope? Nigga, hit my line Hundred round drum, he tried to run, shot him sixty times Ayy, what up, Ak? My fiend shooting, boy, but he don't nod, he been up eight days Not only do he shoot, he can really get high eight ways The dog got him jumping on a car, I call him Day Day I make him spend eleven hun' or better every payday When I leave the crib, I take my Glock, but the K stay You bought some dope, but bitch, I hit it first, I feel like Ray J Catch a beat and make a song and run, bitch, I'm Tay-K I got some killers out in Grand Rapids Whack a nigga, tie his body up, then Saran wrap him The first eight of red I drunk was with my grandaddy Up the Glock, I can't run for shit like my pants saggin' Twenty bands of twenties in my pocket why my pants baggy Sensei when it come to hitting bricks, bitch, I'm a grandmaster Knocked his head off on Saginaw, then went to Grand Traverse But I'll put this Glock down and box, all hand action I just bought some clean dope, I'm 'bout to molly wop it Stuck my whole dick down her throat, bitch lollipopped it Before I drink some lean, I gotta take an OxyContin Told the plug, "Meet me at the store" then somebody robbed him If you see a nigga looking crazy, then I probably shot him In the country making hit songs, selling Miley Cyrus I ain't lost, you see me looking off, then I'm probably plottin' Look my name up, see activists like Tommy Robinson Shoutout Al Capone I'm a hustler, I had dope house slapping 'fore I had a phone I'm humble, I'll knock a nigga off, then smoke a fat Capone Smoking niggas is my new habit, I don't smoke Blacks no more Rob a nigga for his Cartis, put his glasses on Driving Hellcats all through the winter, cut the traction on Pockets chubby now, it was my belly, I ain't fat no more Caught a body at my first performance, I don't rap no more Bitch, I'm from the 810 Used to cut class, now I cut dope, bitch, I ain't late no more All I get is love, this shit weird, niggas don't hate no more? Got a pint, I'm finna drink a twelve, but I'm saving four Shoutout to 616 Big bro said his knuckles swole, he been hitting bricks Make her lick my dick for two hours, then go hit a lick Drink the lean and chase it with the pop, I take different sips You went OT to swipe a card, we take different trips I went to Cali' for some weed, but I'ma deal with 'scripts Buy some cut dope, then stretch it out, I be hitting hit Make a knife to cut this shit up on some prison shit