100 Bands Lyrics

Yeah, Young Rel

Remember when we was broke nigga

That mean

Remember

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand

Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand

Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand

From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands

Coming from the bottom with these roaches and rats

Them dicks riding, so we running, keep holding the straps

We trap out religiously, enough for our seeds bills

In the Christmas tree, yeah, n A lot Of Weed

God can only judge me for this

They asking why I plain Jane not

Knowing I could've flooded my wrist

I'm just scratching the surface for real

Long live Maserati, paying homage blowing purp in the air fell asleep of Tha surpy in the chair, I'm leaning

Proceed with caution my nigga, I mean it

You know I'm quick to dumb out nigga, no reason

A lot of shots rung out nigga, we leaving

All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand

Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand

Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand

From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands

Money bring power, also hate and respect

They gon' respect my lil bread, but they gon' hate that I'm next

Still trapped out in the jacks, so they cut me a check

My brother tell me be patient, I need to put down the sack

But this music won't pay him, so I relied on the pack

Had to take care of family, how to survived in the trap

They say I'm bad news, shout out 757

Keep a 357, leave a hole in your melon

My mama told me no telling, so you know it's no telling

If I did it, I would, take me straight to my celly

Remember when I was selling, my grandma told me don't sell it

But being broke was a joke, and I wasn't him Carrey

Drake came with a tit, that's a hundred alone

Glick came with a dick, no homo as long

When it's beef, I get wicked, I might dress like a chick

Walk down broad day and walk off with a grin

All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand

Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand

Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand

From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands

All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand

Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand

Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand

From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands

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