100 Bars

[Verse: DaBoii] What the fuck is lacking, brodie he’ll keep a thang or two Pulling up, then bitches hopping on is like some kangaroos Brother he got bitches LOL I had to bang a few She ask how many hoes I played I told her I can name a few You think ima mess with you but do that make some sense to you? Hold up bitch the gang calling, promise I will get to you Told me that I’m losing her and say that I got shit confused But I’m a winner baby, told her ass I ain’t got shit to lose I ain’t got a heart like where my feelings go? Glaciers I ain’t fucking with I swear I am not feeling those When she get to choosing from the back boy I be killing those Called her on her emotions oh my God I cannot deal with those Why these hoes be lying, tell the nigga keep it real with me Pillow talking, never, tell me something and it sit with me You pay a fee to get him gone, my niggas, they will kill for free Get the neck and body checked so no you cannot chill with me Made it to the top, while your bitch, she be topping me My niggas flocking first cause they won’t let a nigga flock on me Louies talking to me when I’m walking like you copied me My diamonds going crazy like I do not have a clock with me Nothing given, gotta hustle, let you have them shots for free MJ in the finals, goofy niggas ain’t no stopping me Diamonds holding down my ear, feel like a bitch is socking me Get what I want, then pass her ass, she text me while you blocking me Nappy head nigga, I talk a lotta nonsense Don’t care about shit, any fucks, I will not give If the shit ain’t dark on everything, I will not send Try to rob me, on everything, I will not strip You the type of nigga sneaky talk, and be lame about it I’m the type to pull up on your block, ain’t no way around it You the type to get your bitch fucked, and complain about it I’m the type to fuck a nigga bitch and get some change up out it You the type of nigga that be falling in love I’m the type to go on hypes and be finessing the plug You the type to hit the loud and cough up your lungs Only smoke I ever touched the one that come out my gun A couple niggas fade away, call them jump shots Stupid bitch give me head, call that dumb top Off the loud, I can’t breathe like my lungs shot Sneak diss on the gang, you hear gunshots Saying that’s your bitch, she got hit, boy her mouth bad SOB the family, we made that shit a while back Diamonds wet, fuck a river, niggas want the Nile back Niggas said they plotting on us, still ain’t reach they climax Strip club, got Lil George with me and he curious My niggas on Promethazine, your niggas sipping beer and shit I ain’t never scared, born pressure, I ain’t fearing shit Niggas do that sneaky talk, bummy I ain’t hearing it Fuck your 9 to 5, uniforms, I ain’t wearing it I’m racing to the money, I got wheels, you ain’t steering shit You love the bitch, I dogged her hoe, and watched her shed a tear and see My bitch, she a walking bank, so watch me disappear in it A bitch, I’m never chasing her, and you can ask my Uncle P Cartis tinted hella dark, can someone get them off of me? Niggas pillow talking, I just laugh cause niggas soft to me You try to flip your cash and I’m that guy so come and talk to me Racing to the money, fuck waiting, this a track meet Bitches hop from bro to bro, these bitches really athletes You cuddle with the bitch, but ima fuck her in the back seat Drop the bitch off, with my Timbs and a black tee I been stacking up, I ain’t worried bout no new clothes Money in my denims got me looking like a sumo Big nigga chasing money, lil niggas chasing new hoes How much you spent up on your fit, I’m laughing nigga, who knows All I chase is benjis, I ain’t worried bout a female Ima hit her once then ima send her like an email Smell like a skunk when I go by, them hoes be like he smell I get it for the juug, you niggas cashing out for retail I be tucked off, only see me on IG Played the bitch, off to her sister, got her screaming “why me” Never cheat on money so dismiss me with that wifey Bitch asked if I’m rolling, I reply bitch I might be