100 niggas talkin
Uh skrrr
Yo hoe got f*cked we passed
You broke you don't even got racks
All of my shooters they come from Iraq
And not my speed but my bruddas attack
Niggas be cappin and I'm speaking facts
Made 60k of the mof*ckin
Ok I'm lying I made about 8
80k racks stuffed on my plate
We eating food huh we ate
She look at my fit she said that I ate
And I know imma star this shit my fate
And I don't even get why these nigga juh hate
Up in my mind I don't care bout that shit
Taking these drugz so a nigga stay lit
I got racks in my pockets that's more than the BRICKS
And my new bitch she got a Lamborghini it's pink
I just keep sippin it f*cked up my tummy
We up the glock on that mf dummy
Just taking L's that shit for the best
Play this shit for my side she said I'm the best
And my flow so crazy I think I got blessed
I know in my soul I ain't like the rest
I keep getting racks why would I rest?
And this music my lyfe like why would I rest?
Up it
Krank up it
Told all my brothers we tight
Told my brothers we Finna get right
I just locked in and my brain got a light
Finna die of these percs I'm still fight
When I'm off of these drugz
I feel like a kite
All black fit but I ain't dark night
With my new bitch and that while pussy bang
F*ck buying car I'm buying bank
And my mind f*cked up
My f*cked up from the bitch I had
Lost myself cause that bitch to bad
I was juh blowing my money on dates
My old bitches hittin me up you late
You wasn't there when a nigga was down
You wasn't there when a nigga got clowned
Now niggas know me all over your town
I keep feeling like Kanye bitch I'm bound
My uncle in jail got caught with a pound
Got caught wit the weed that shit was to loud
Elli
Elli
Really I move like boss
Chain from Alex Moss
Maybe I got Elliante
Bitches they f*ck wit my fungswae
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100 niggas talkin
Uh skrrr
Yo hoe got f*cked we passed
You broke you don't even got racks
All of my shooters they come from Iraq
And not my speed but my bruddas attack
Niggas be cappin and I'm speaking facts
Made 60k of the mof*ckin
Ok I'm lying I made about 8
80k racks stuffed on my plate
We eating food huh we ate
She look at my fit she said that I ate
And I know imma star this shit my fate
And I don't even get why these nigga juh hate
Up in my mind I don't care bout that shit
Taking these drugz so a nigga stay lit
I got racks in my pockets that's more than the BRICKS
And my new bitch she got a Lamborghini it's pink
I just keep sippin it f*cked up my tummy
We up the glock on that mf dummy
Just taking L's that shit for the best
Play this shit for my side she said I'm the best
And my flow so crazy I think I got blessed
I know in my soul I ain't like the rest
I keep getting racks why would I rest?
And this music my lyfe like why would I rest?
Up it
Krank up it
Told all my brothers we tight
Told my brothers we Finna get right
I just locked in and my brain got a light
Finna die of these percs I'm still fight
When I'm off of these drugz
I feel like a kite
All black fit but I ain't dark night
With my new bitch and that while pussy bang
F*ck buying car I'm buying bank
And my mind f*cked up
My f*cked up from the bitch I had
Lost myself cause that bitch to bad
I was juh blowing my money on dates
My old bitches hittin me up you late
You wasn't there when a nigga was down
You wasn't there when a nigga got clowned
Now niggas know me all over your town
I keep feeling like Kanye bitch I'm bound
My uncle in jail got caught with a pound
Got caught wit the weed that shit was to loud
Elli
Elli
Really I move like boss
Chain from Alex Moss
Maybe I got Elliante
Bitches they f*ck wit my fungswae
Uh skrrr
Yo hoe got f*cked we passed
You broke you don't even got racks
All of my shooters they come from Iraq
And not my speed but my bruddas attack
Niggas be cappin and I'm speaking facts
Made 60k of the mof*ckin
Ok I'm lying I made about 8
80k racks stuffed on my plate
We eating food huh we ate
She look at my fit she said that I ate
And I know imma star this shit my fate
And I don't even get why these nigga juh hate
Up in my mind I don't care bout that shit
Taking these drugz so a nigga stay lit
I got racks in my pockets that's more than the BRICKS
And my new bitch she got a Lamborghini it's pink
I just keep sippin it f*cked up my tummy
We up the glock on that mf dummy
Just taking L's that shit for the best
Play this shit for my side she said I'm the best
And my flow so crazy I think I got blessed
I know in my soul I ain't like the rest
I keep getting racks why would I rest?
And this music my lyfe like why would I rest?
Up it
Krank up it
Told all my brothers we tight
Told my brothers we Finna get right
I just locked in and my brain got a light
Finna die of these percs I'm still fight
When I'm off of these drugz
I feel like a kite
All black fit but I ain't dark night
With my new bitch and that while pussy bang
F*ck buying car I'm buying bank
And my mind f*cked up
My f*cked up from the bitch I had
Lost myself cause that bitch to bad
I was juh blowing my money on dates
My old bitches hittin me up you late
You wasn't there when a nigga was down
You wasn't there when a nigga got clowned
Now niggas know me all over your town
I keep feeling like Kanye bitch I'm bound
My uncle in jail got caught with a pound
Got caught wit the weed that shit was to loud
Elli
Elli
Really I move like boss
Chain from Alex Moss
Maybe I got Elliante
Bitches they f*ck wit my fungswae
Writer: Sibusiso Dhlamini
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