100 Bars Songtext
von BabyTron
100 Bars Songtext
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
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
