Wild 100s

[Intro]

Smoked-out sessions

Uh

Right

Level up on these niggas

Kush God, bitch

It's only right

Uh

[Verse 1]

All I wanna do is get money and fuck bitches

Young nigga shit, right? In that order

Hop on a joint with me, it's manslaughter

Listenin' to myself on Pandora

Run down with choppers, not camcorders

Woah now, pressure is cookin', got the lowdown

And word 'round town you singin', should've been with Motown

I blow down pounds with ease, smoke like I breathe

Kush God is my lowlife ID

You got the right one, smokin' and jokin', fuckin' light one (Uh)

I might burn these sixty-four grams before the night come

What up, B? Wintertime furs or chinchillas (Uh)

Gettin' all this chicken, I'm immune to salmonella (Ah)

Spare pipe, her man actin' up, she need a fill-up

Come through, shorty, don't worry, I'll pay the babysitter

Hop, skip, and a jump, fuck her right out of her pumps

Then I'm dippin' when I finish this blunt, you got the right one

[Chorus]

Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s

I spit riddles and get wild hundreds (Right, right, right, right)

All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money (Uh)

Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s

I spit riddles and get wild hundreds (Right, right, right, right)

All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money

[Verse 2]

Mafioso flow, butter-soft leathers, let's fuck up some cheddar

Get money endeavors, whatever's whatever, uh

Cuttin' up like super shredder

I'm super clever, test my wit, dog, you could never (Nah)

Try to find me, find Waldo, shit, how y'all all go

God, God, bless this god flow, I'm tapped in

They call it the trap, why? It's the life, dog, we trapped in

The goal's to get out, get money, make it happen, uh

The lost son of Mary Magdalene

The flow so wavy, I'm water raftin'

This that step in the bank

Give me the money pinned on the napkin

I'm 'bout that action, livin' life in All-Madden

New era, last MC, Toronto finally passed entry

Weed charges, all DATs, uh

Canadians think I'm awesome

Steady flossin' everywhere like Tim Hortons, got the right one

[Chorus]

Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s

I spit riddles and get wild hundreds (Right, right, right, right)

All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money (Uh)

Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s

I spit riddles and get wild hundreds (Right, right, right, right)

All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money

[Outro]

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