100 Winters

[Verse 1]

SB dunks, five seven five jeans

Five-thousand dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain

I be wildin', mane, I'm a island man

There ain't nothin' else by me, mane (Ha, ha)

I tell 'em float on, and go on to the ozone

I'm so gone, my blunt like a pole long

I pro long and hold on to it like a trombone I'm so blown

And um, I got that cock back I don't need that thumb bone

So come on, you get the one with the drum on it

That's the one that go, "di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di"

I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in yo ass

Now I'm kickin' in yo shit, now I'm pitchin' at yo bitch

And she catch it with her lip, nah, she catch it with her mouth

And since I'm the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse

I tell her, "Whoa, easy, baby"

I'm king cake so she eat the baby

Wait, shit gets way more crazier

We flip the bitch like she was in the gymnasium

I ain't fuckin' with the bitches with the stadium

That's no dome, bitch, go home

[Verse 2]

Bitch, I spit the hundred winters on my snow cone

Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on

Boss man, pimp stro, pimp stro

I can let my money go when the wind blow

Then it come right back like a rental

And make them bitches understand me like 10-4

Niggas is simple, like instrumentals

I bet you bitches understand me like info

Get ya top chopped and get trimmed low

Somethin' like my Benzo, ridin' with my friend's hoes

No, I mean my ho's friends, fuckin' all my ho's friends

Takin' all my ho's ends, that will make that globe spin

I tell these young niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if they don't split them Eyes

Dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties

And if you reach at I

I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with them fries

Yeah, come to the beach and find

I live where all the little seagulls fly

See, baby, I'm so high

All I need you to do is just shut up and ride

[Verse 3]

And me and Mac is just two niggas from the same hood

Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool

I'm just the young lion, and he the young bull

Not Sammy the Bull

That pistol on my hip, now I gotta hand in the pool

I had a Lammy in school

I think it was diablo red

I'm T-I-Red, I'm T-I-Red

You D-I-ed because of what you said

Shit, I'm sharp as an image

And I keep it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish

Two twins drink me up like Guinness

When I'm finished, I say, "Billion"

When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you killed it"

Hop on your shit and say, "Weezy, you healed it"

So fly I got wings tattooed on me

A gun glued on me, but I pop ya in ya stomach

Now I got yesterday's food on me

Now that was real rude, homie

And I smell like a weed plant

Young Money mothafucka, where that cheese at?