hunnid rounds

[Intro] (Thanks Zuko!) [Chorus] I just re-up, might kick my feet up now He a broke boy, whippin' them Kias now He want smoke? Okay, well, we might gun that boy down He want smoke? Okay, then we gon' spray a hunnid rounds [Verse] High as fuck boy, no, you can't say the same We keep sticks like this shit magic, like my name David Blaine Control that bitch like an Xbox, if she wanna play games Shoot shit like a '93, overall from the damn paint Rollin up blunts you know we packin Just like that damn EP, bitch, you know I'm back in action I got shit for life, lil' boy you'll know that it's my faction Boy think he the future 'till they put his ass in past tense You wan' meet my friend? Okay, introduce you to MAC-10 And no, we not cool, no we not niggas, we not dapping [?] they yellin' out when I'm on stagе, bitch, know they clapping I sent bro the addy 'causе I knew nothing would happen Like a hoe at Lolla, know that choppa get to flashing We don't miss Got a Glock in my hand and this shit gon' shoot out like an [?] wrist Foenem pour up regularly', addicted to that tris You go through my discography and you won't find no miss Yellow diamonds like Caillou, sure them diamonds look like piss Still the same nigga from first grade, that G-Shock on my wrist Turn a scat pack to a gymnast, the way that it's gon' flip Turn a scat pack to a gymnast, the way that it's gon' flip Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I just re-up, might kick my feet up now He a broke boy, whippin' them Kias now He want smoke? Okay, well, we might gun that boy down He want smoke? Okay, then we gon' spray a hunnid rounds