100 WAYS Lyrics

Couple lil things in the back seat

Gripping my blade when the night get dark

Couple lil things in the magazine

Like a new pack think it might get sparked

Ending your life pussy no restart

You can get smoked I don't hit no cart

Down too the ground make his body depart

Blood runs deep keep the blade real sharp

Imma make them walk the plank

Now he swimming with the sharks

And the choppa aboutta kick ain't no martial arts

Imma put them in a bag when that thing go bark

I be turning they heads when I step out the dark

I been killing this shit fuck it up from the start

I be smoking on dabs bitch I'm choking like Bart

If he try he to run up he is not getting far

I might knock that boy out like he popped him a bar

I'll be walking out the crypt

To drop these clips

Up on these motherfuckers

Doing wicked shit

I up the blick

And make his stomach rupture

Roll another one up in my blunt

I'm smoking different colors

Sacrifice your life I do it twice

And then I kill another

Smoking my blunt one deep all alone I creep

Tryna find my prey tonight

Got a blade and a mask right by my side

If a pussy run up he don't value life

Got a bad lil thing in the backseat

Smoking my weed tryna see my crib tonight

Bad bitches good weed my kryptonite

Riding round with a Rambo knife

I hit the weed fumes and exhume

I been in my tomb

100 hours to a 100 days

These flowers never bloom

Like hold up wait about a 100 ways

That you could meet your doom

I'm counting weight I never gave a fuck

About what these other do

I hit the weed fumes and exhume

I been in my tomb

100 hours to a 100 days

These flowers never bloom

Like hold up wait about a 100 ways

That you could meet your doom

I'm counting weight I never gave a fuck

About what these other do