Yeah (I´m shy, oh, my God) Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, yeah Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, yeah
Hundred round drum on me, brand new blick on me, brand new switch on me Soon as I up, I blow, soon as I blow, he bleed, yeah
Hangin´ with killers, hangin´ with all of the real ones and duckin´ the fake Tell him to mind his business, I done seen niggas who talkin´ get shot in the face, yeah That´s why I´m keepin´ my K, yeah, that´s why I´m havin´ my way, yeah I´m ´bout to send that text, yeah, make a nigga pull up, spray, yeah No, I ain´t playin´ at all, shit, nigga can´t run no game, huh Oh, he want smoke with us, yeah? Make a nigga face card famous They know I keep my racks on me, they know I keep my MAC on me Niggas done made me mad, brother, I´m tryin´ not to go crash on ´em They know we´ll tweak out, do shit worser than that last nigga
In a demon, ridin´ with some steppers, I´ma spend that bag on ´em, yeah
Yeah (I´m shy, oh, my God) Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, yeah Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me (Hey) Hundred round drum on me (Yeah), yeah
I keep that blick on me (Blick), I keep that trip´ on me, Bentley got heated seats
Play with the gang, he deceased, murder a opp like I murder a goddamn beat Fuckin´ that bitch and I´m keepin´ it P, and I´m keepin´ it G in the streets And I´m not puttin´ no dot on no muh´fuckin´ barrel, lil´ bitch, I´m a muh´fuckin´ beast Shawty come over the crib, she swallowin´ dick, she fuckin´ up all of the sheets I ain´t fuckin´ up all of that money, I´m fuckin´ her and gettin´ her geeked I ain´t never pressed ´bout none of these bitches, I fucked that ho last week That little bitch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil´ bitch like a Danimal Walked in this bitch and I´m fresh like a cantaloupe Dope in the closet and racks in the envelope Don´t get to talking, this shit can get physical
Pull up big body, that bitch lookin´ mystical We send the shots through your grandmammy living room Now ain´t no talking, he turned to a vegetable We with the business, we send him a message "Man, who the fuck is he fuckin´ ´round testing?"
Yeah (I´m shy, oh, my God) Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, yeah Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, hundred round drum on me