NWG - Hundred Club Lyrics

Rappers trapping crack while I been shotting match attax
I be in a hundred clubs the way this f*cking banger slaps
(Jheeze)
(Ay Harry, I don't want no skets, just a hundred club Cech)
( I don't want no groupies, just a hundred club Rooney)
(Come on)
I make waves without splashing
Feet on the dash, flip the bag and I'll catch it
Passenger side, I turn matches to ashes
Rush to the gaff, they all see that car dashin'
Like Kim
Man dropped the ball so I hit it for six
Smacking the beat cause it needed a fix
I block out the sun like a solar eclipse
I plan to blow up call me dynamite
Die I might, keep your eye tight on the pyre
Fire rise it cannot deep my empire
Bars yeah I carry the cannon, Mariah
Wilin' out, you know my net is a wild amount
Uni loan can't get the right account,
I need a fee to maintain, this feat of the greats
Peep at the safe, the dough made it overweight
I'd stay posted in your nightmares
If you ever tried to fight fair
Measure my merit by any metric
No austerity in ideas Capricorn
You know the kid is a young goat
Huncho, EP gonna play like a gunshow
Save it, I know your best shit is basic
Run sounds in minds and your body like asics
Don't give f*cks about your wave bitch
Only bullets are some aces
Me and gang we go ape shit
You get back to your day shift
Don't give f*cks about your wave bitch
Best know we ain't on the same drift
Me and gang we go ape shit
Best get back to your day shift
(Yo, who's next?, I forgot who's next)
I need less friends, and more boobies (Merlin)
Car I don't f*ck with trends, but I f*ck with Gucci (Gang)
Never been on the road like jack
So I can live like a CEO (Bezos)
I never had to worry bout straps
Elon musket in my hand though
Got that 5% on my window still
Makes the gang look all horrorshow
Only 4-5 is on my tax bill
Car Lizzy tryna steal my dough
Last week I was chilling in the Hamptons (Ends)
Only 1 ginger worth my mentions (Sweet)
This ain't a f*cking hoax (Moon landing)
I'm saving the game like Ben Stokes
(Mum said its my turn on the Xbox)
I got a lotta problems
So I try to spend to solve 'em
Laundered money know where it come from
Don't take risks no Texas Hold 'Em
They call this retail therapy
Gifting P like large scale charity
Fancy food, know how it gotta be
Moving freely, daylight robbery
Freshly trimmed to every follicle
No hairline, your style's diabolical
Never a lie this ain't hyperbolical
Message in my words my bars parabolical
Tout va bien, so everything's well
Top from a French girl, mademoiselle
Living my best life, take no L's
Green on the jet call me Le'Veon Bell
Don't give f*cks about your wave bitch
Best know we ain't on the same drift
Me and gang we go ape shit
Best get back to your day shift
Day shift, your day shift
Best get back to your day shift
Day, day shift, day