100 ROUND DRUM (GLIXXY IIIX) Lyrics

What the hell you think you're doing with that little shit

Stop it! Stop it! Don't shoot that little motherfucker no more

100 round drum go good with the Glicky

Don't need no hitter, my lyrics ride with me

Illinois State Police got it hot in my city

I got fuck niggas looking dumb, diddy dumb

America's most wanted cause the feds got me on the run

When I got beef I shoot targets for fun

Making power moves trying to bake a cake in my state

Flipping weights to break the real from the fake

Walk down on the fuck nigga in my state

This your photo shoot, it was written in the scriptures

Now watch my 100 round drum flash hard like a picture

Off the tops, Ghost Coast Records, Midwest style

100 round drum go good with the Glicky

Welcome to my city, East St. Louis, Illinois

We clean riding SRTs floating on them hot wheels

Hustling trying to make a meal in my city to either kill or be killed

Best belief I keep the still, I keep my Glicky on my side

When it's time to do a homicide

Never disrespect my manhood and my pride

Only strong survive, ain't no love for the weak

Hitters eat you up like a piranha if they think you sweet

In these streets, you need a 8-ball, meet me on my pager

Motorola, I stay 10 toes down because I'm a motherfucking soldier

Ghost Coast Records, Midwest style

I've been universal style

100 round drum go good with the Glicky

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100 round drum go good with the Glicky