100 Grams ft. BabyRell Lyrics

I got grabs, I'm tryna get em all,

Nah this ain't fat, nah bitch fuck yo Man,

I betcha I still evolve into that pistol drawn,

That men is straying, another gram Dissolve,

I shot yo mans, got moss, I'm in the Law office,

Me and Drew with arms, got pills Like Wilson Fonz,

If you don't know about that spot on Deli Ave, it's doing large,

Bitch I got licks to do with my dirt, Fuck do I look like stealing cars,

You niggas broken, all my niggas Pulling strings like who in charge,

And fuck the law, and free my niggas Who had dreams, they beat the Charge,

And then they wake up to the same Damn thing, and see them bars,

I just wake up to survive through the Day, and literacy tomorrow,

I bought that kale, cousin master Kicks these Christian Louboutins,

Bitch we can't make out, I don't like Yo lip, just suck my dick and y'all,

I got this reeking, we on Conversation, cause she speak Espion,

We hit his head, he landed near my Feet, I kicked and hit the goal,

Bounce out with them killers giving Niggas hell, it ain't no love we giving,

Bitch we passing out these shells, Send them niggas through the sky,

We treat em like some mail, and I Won't tell the cracker, shit ain't in My mind to tell,

And we been going down this road, Try to beat the streets,

And we just wanna make it home, Pussy niggas they can't catch us,

And ain't one of us I don't, can't let it Happen, clutch this ratchet,

Bitch you know that be the chrome,

Hot as shit, hot as grease, bitch know What the fuck I mean,

Park the whip, soon as we see his Face, gon' chase him with these Beams,

Know I'm chasing shit real quick, I'm In the tech, ain't in no dream,

Blast and cluck this fucking head, he Go to sleep and see them dreams,

Say I got grams I'm tryna get em off,

Nah this ain't fentanyl, bitch fuck Your man I bet y'all still involved,

And to that pistol drawn, that man a Strand, another gram dissolve,

I shot your mans got moss, I'm in the Law, if it's me and Jew with arms, got Pills like Wilson Falls.