100°

(Young Krshout)
I pull up the choppa is loaded, I'm parking it
If he try to play, that's on bro that I'm sparking it
Who going harder than me, going harder than this
Bad ass bitch put dick on her lips
Then I throw her a kiss
And she throwing a fit
Cause I started pouring that liquor out for the new lean the plug just hit
Niggas pillow talking, I'm cooling though
Since when I cared if I loose a hoe
I could show a nigga who loosing though
If we talking money, I'm getting more
My niggas know I could do damage
But we not speaking too much for the cameras
Look at me now, I'm dripped out
Sorry not sorry that I took your bitch out
Took her back to the crib, put the wood in her mouth
The fuck is you talking about
I was burban with my niggas, we shopping for fashion
We just tell the driver go South
And I got to clutch on my stick when I be in traffic
Cause they plan on taking me out
Fuck that shit, niggas know where I be
I'm making it hot, it's 100 degrees
You drill rappin' niggas be cap ass niggas
Running around doing nothing, really wack ass niggas
I was in the trap, with the Makk and my niggas
And brodie he the Makk, with his finger on the trigger
Me and the guys dress like we listen to rock
Take the attention off of this knock
Sipping this Wock until my heart stop
Bitch I'm staring at the clock
On my mind is the money, money, money
Ever since I touched that dollar sign I swear these bitches love me
And I promise that you mine if you mean it when you say you love me
But I know that shit is fake, I could feel it when you hug me
I'm the type of nigga, pass a bitch off like it's rugby
And when she come around, I'ma tell the bitch don't touch me
I hit the bitch at 2, but by the morning, she was ugly
A nigga like me, can't be seen with a nigga that's dusty
Nigga you can't touch me
Even if you wanted to, to
I promise that I got shots for you, you, and you
Baby that go for you too
Just in case you think about doing something that's not cool