100 ft. Young Moe Lyrics

Ooo

Ooo

Ooo

Yee

Won't hold that choppa

If that bitch don't hold 100

Won't point no finger

But don't make me push a button

I came from nothin

Took a half

And made it somethin

Don't need these bitches

I'm surrounded by da junkies

Won't hold that choppa

If that bitch don't hold 100

Won't point no finger

But don't make me push a button

I came from nothin

Took a half

And made it somethin

Don't need these bitches

I'm surrounded by da junkies

They like "Moe

I haven't seen you lately

What you been on?"

I was in da back

I beat da pack up

Like I'm Kimbo

I'm on 4th and inches

Trynna make it to da endzone

Hold it down for Scoot and Trap

Until all of my men home (LIFE)

I don't need your sorry baby

I just need a pile of G

Fuck hoes

Then I gotta leave

Fake

I don't know how to be

I ain't have a pot to piss

Now I ain't got no tolerance

Open up a traphouse

While you searchin round for colleges

Guns on location

We don't move around without em here

Heard these niggas rappin

Need to drop another album yea

My bitch keep on trippin

I don't listen

Don't know how to hear

Need a kitchen

When I make a milli

Then I'm out of here

LIFE

Won't hold that choppa

If that bitch don't hold 100

Won't point no finger

But don't make me push a button

I came from nothin

Took a half

And made it somethin

Don't need these bitches

I'm surrounded by da junkies

Won't hold that choppa

If that bitch don't hold 100

Won't point no finger

But don't make me push a button

I came from nothin

Took a half

And made it somethin

Don't need these bitches

I'm surrounded by da junkies

I took a 14

And turned that bitch to a 448

I usually fly in pounds

I shopped in town

I can't afford to wait

My bitch just say she miss me

I just flew a pack from Disney yea

Got da box of trees like Christmas

I'm finessin of this digi yea

Wow

Hit my phone

He out of state

He want a pound

MLB

I'm pitchin boxes off da mound

We hit them Glocks off

Cuz we loving how they sound

You better pray them niggas

Never come around

She saw me rockin Givenchy

Riccardo n Tisci

Whoa

I had to take her to Saks

To get Prada n Fendi

Aye

We on a highway

17 in my Glock aye

Aye

Nigga it's up

50 in da trunk of da i8

Won't hold that choppa

If that bitch don't hold 100

Won't point no finger

But don't make me push a button

I came from nothin

Took a half

And made it somethin

Don't need these bitches

I'm surrounded by da junkies

Won't hold that choppa

If that bitch don't hold 100

Won't point no finger

But don't make me push a button

I came from nothin

Took a half

And made it somethin

Don't need these bitches

I'm surrounded by da junkies