0 to 100 (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]

Fuck being on some chill shit

We go 0 to 100 nigga real quick

They be on that cuff and kiss a ho shit

I been married to the money in the trap bitch

Oh lord, know my worth, got it out the dirt

Bitches said I wouldn't make it pull up in a vert

Migo Jerz shippin' the birds

Skippa da flippa he choppin' the curb

These old rappers they get on my nerves

You cannot copy the words

Oh lord, went finnesin I'm a vet

Shoutout to yo bitch because she pull up with that wet

I cannot love her, how do you trust her?

I'm fuckin' yo bitch on top of the covers

She come with the rubbers

Niggas doubting, I'm still countin', I ain't worried bout it

Pocket rocket, keep it on me, go nowhere without it

Feels good to be rich, my life is the shit

I pull up in Bentley's with Soulja, Soulja

The Audemar dancing like nigga we made it

Trap still been jumpin', money still been comin'

I'm a fool with this shit boy

360 with that wrist boy

This that rich nigga shit boy

Trappin' trappin', turned into rappin', how did it happen?

The bricks they disappearing like magic

The racks in the matress

Oh lord, Rich The Kid ride a Rolls Royce

I'ma flex on y'all, I got no choice

[Hook]

I go 0 to 100, nigga real quick

Real quick, whole squad on that trap shit

0 to 100, nigga real quick

Real quick, real fuckin' quick 

I go 0 to 100, nigga real quick 

Real quick, QC on that real shit 

0 to 100, nigga real quick 

Real quick, Migo Gang on that trap shit