100 bands. Lyrics

100 bands stuffed in my pocket (Heard)

Ion like niggas keep popping (Uhhuh)

Soon it get hard start dropping

(Yo!)

Soon it get hard start dropping

(Fa fa fa fa fa…)

Take off for Take off

I move for the money

Get paid off a pay off

And play with a bunny

100 bands stuffed in my pocket (Yo!)

Ion like niggas keep jocking, they copy

Good with the beef made it chop like hibachi

Got Indian creeks in my sheets, Meskwaki

That new Kawasaki

I went to a prophet

I promise she told my purpose to pop (Ah)

Silent release getting back to the streets

Moving a bird but I won't say a peep

New Forgiato's look good on a Jeep

She stuck with her nigga but fucking with me

A kilo the pack and I'm pushing a P

I promise the boy giving back to the streets

I fuck up a nigga then fuck up the beat,

Who fucking with me?

I pray to keep wilding,

She just want to fuck with the boy cause I'm violent

Real dope boy, flight club got mileage

Ion wanna fuck with the bitch cause she childish

Real dope boy give a brick to a pilot

These niggas aint bout it

They put a check on his head and I got it

N I say "Weh ya deh?!"

They sent the boss fi come play

Long way

Buss a shot no tek di Bombay

Washing the money got bouquets of roses

She want a ring but I fuck with her poses

Ashes on ashes im blowing erosion

Moving a package they stuff with they noses

100 bands stuffed in my pocket (Ayoo)

Ion like niggas keep popping

Soon it get hard made a bitch come top me

I need it sloppy a squeegee can mop it