[Intro: Trevor Daniel]
(?)
(Yo bitch all in my perimeter)
(You can feel it in the temperature)
([?] I really think she think I'm missing her)
[Chorus: KD!]
Ran up a hundred, you know I’m about it
I’m finna slide, you know that we droppin'
Know that we clouted, we really been poppin'
No we ain't stoppin'
I got twenty-five hundred, I cop it
Got a stick I'mma blow out the target
If he run up, he better get back
I can never go out bad, yeah
Like fuck what they sayin', they goin out sad
I run up that money, I'm makin' it add
And he tried to run up like he finna crash
No it never ever last, nah
The fuck is you sayin? You can't get it back
I keep it a hundred
I keep it a stack
And me and eleven, we takin' shit back
[Verse: elevenDRW]
Huh, huh, don't think about nothin', I just grab the wheel
I already told you once, I told you I can't fail
We don't play no games in here
I told you now
Untitled, yeah
I told that boy we 'bout to go hit that plane right now
There's no more time, I'm tryna get these racks again, woah
I already got my Fendi on, woah
And they tryna go and laugh like it's a joke
[Chorus: KD!]
Ran up a hundred, you know I’m about it
I’m finna slide, you know that we droppin'
Know that we clouted, we really been poppin'
No we ain't stoppin'
I got twenty-five hundred, I cop it
Got a stick I'mma blow out the target
If he run up, he better get back
I can never go out bad, yeah
Like fuck what they sayin', they goin out sad
I run up that money, I'm makin' it add
And he tried to run up like he finna crash
No it never ever last, nah
The fuck is you sayin? You can't get it back
I keep it a hundred
I keep it a stack
And me and eleven, we takin' shit back
[Verse: Trevor Daniel]
Me and my bro finna take this shit back
I got a whole lotta choppas on me
Been runnin' shit up like a hundred yard dash
I blew a bag on the wrist, postin' a flick and I got 'em all mad
I'm gettin' money to my name
Bitches be talkin' bout "What's my last name?"
It's so loud, like it's tryna enter me
The whole room froze, and I’m stuck in between
And the pressure on me, on me, on me
You're a fein for the scene, while I keep it discreet
[Chorus: KD!]
Ran up a hundred, you know I’m about it
I’m finna slide, you know that we droppin'
Know that we clouted, we really been poppin'
No we ain't stoppin'
I got twenty-five hundred, I cop it
Got a stick I'mma blow out the target
If he run up, he better get back
I can never go out bad, yeah
Like fuck what they sayin', they goin out sad
I run up that money, I'm makin' it add
And he tried to run up like he finna crash
No it never ever last, nah
The fuck is you sayin? You can't get it back
I keep it a hundred
I keep it a stack
And me and eleven, we takin' shit back
