100 Miles ft. Sun Gin Lyrics

A hundred miles and running money still running

My gun still clicking niggas don't want nothing

I took a little nothing made a lot of something

If I push the button Glock fill you with stuffing boy

Niggas gon' run from my gun Korean chops

They done put sun with the one like

The way I'm rapping better days soon come

The way I bust shot NBA soon come like

I was Jah wick first and

In my daddy passenger

He had me feel the clip first

Flipping single to burst

Pop out made the gun burp

Niggas looking hurt

Wet up your whole fucking shirt

Living the burbs

But in the hood where I do my dirt

My killiy said he want something new

He still moving work

I told him get a Chevy

And the choppers gon' make it work

The choppers gon' cook the work

The walkers gon' walk and shit AC

Then we talking

I made twenty bands

Cooking plans in my home office

My haters don't even got a home or office

I got homes over borders

Like I'm Cordozar Broadus

My main bitch can't fathom

How I just copped the Rolex

Factory diamonds on the bezel

Bitch I'm two toning

Stick the D like Bruce Bowen

She wide open

Open your eyes I'm the prize

Get your mind focus

The boy Nijahova

I'm still the best going

Say you don't know me

But you know I got that motion

They making moves off emotion

But my emotions is broken

I'm frozen

Sun Gin for the win

Bitch we did it again

I hit the limit again

I made a grip with the pen

A hundred miles and still running

A hundred miles and running

Money still running

My gun still clicking

Niggas don't want nothing

I took a little nothing

And made a lot of something

If I push the button

G-Lock fill you with stuffing

Bitch

Yeah

Me and Sun Gin back

Uh

Never like cook crack