100 Roaches ft. Rack James Lyrics

Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout to burn it up, need some bankroll with it

Everybody sayin' that they got it, I don't see it, must be out my vision

Hundred miles on the highway, can't hit brakes, won't stop till I finish

Everybody talkin, let them watch, don't start, cause you know I'm gonna end it

Standin' on business, bitch, you know that I'ma goat, this ain't sendin' shots, I'm defendin' my moat

Got a hundred songs in the phone of my notes, just know that I'll be ready if anybody wanting smoke

You know I'm really with that, got me runnin' with wolves, so we smokin' that big pack, big strap

I had to put a beam on it, so if they run up, then lil' homie, I won't miss that

Yeah, you know they in trouble, music is in my veins, so you know I'ma hustle

Meet me in person, you can see that I'm real subtle, but when that mic on take off like a shuttle, car shuffled

I'm him, so fold now, straight facts, they finna get flushed out

Full house, a pair of nines flop out, but I'm all in, the squad four of a kind

Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout' to burn it up, need some bankroll with it

Everybody sayin' that they got it, I don't see it, must be out my vision

Hundred miles on the highway, can't hit brakes, won't stop till I finish

Everybody talkin, let him watch, don't start, cause you know I'm gon' end it

When the bankroll come in, I be out here thuggin

Smokin' all these blunts, but the pain keep comin

Bout' to get the bag, shit lookin' like a hundred

Roaches in the ashtray, now I got the munchies

Bout' to eat the beat up like I'm motherfucka hungry

Dog, I'm bout' to pop off like a motherfuckin' button

Like some skinny-ass jeans when a motherfucka chunky

Let's make this shit funky, let's get this bitch jumpin

Yeah you know we keep it real, my adolescence was a feature film

Now keep on sleepin' on me, keep on eatin' all your sleepin' pills

Stand on what I speaking, I don't give a fuck how people feel

If you don't got your gun, you motherfuckers are weak for real

And if that hurt your pride, we can see for real

Got a nice pair of gloves, like three for real

Behind that shiesty, you motherfuckas sweet

Smokin' like a op pack, hundred roaches on me

Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout' to burn it up

Need some bankroll with it

Everybody sayin' that they got it, I don't see it

Must be out my vision

Hundred miles on the highway, can't hit brakes

Won't stop till I finish

Everybody talkin, let them watch, don't start

Cause you know I'm gon' end it

Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you know I'm gon end it

Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you know I'm gon end it

Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout' to burn it up