LYRICS
作词 : Hebert Wright/Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
作曲 : Christian Ward/Skip On The
(Hitmaka)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Smoke, it's freezing
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps
Caught a nigga with his ***** slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
**** nigga, that's on G-O-D (Damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me (G Herbo)
Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Caught a nigga with his ***** slippin' at the light, he got in his top (Yeah, yeah)
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P (Woah)
**** nigga, that's on G-O-D
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me
Hundred racks on a new AP
Two-fifty on a C-O-U-P-E (Yeah)
I put that on G-O-D
Fifty shots, and the chop' spinnin' through the East like we playin' C-O-D
Up a milli', I should be OT
Rich as shit, what got into me?
I can slide through my hood, iced out
Hop out, **** my enemies (Kills)
Killer in me and my energy (Energy)
Call shots, that's my inner G (My inner G)
I got killers with me, NSV
Shootin' shit up like we in a V
Goin' crazy like ADD
And rappers rap like it's ABC's
And I could rap, sayin' ABC's, ABC
Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Pop, pop)
Caught a nigga with his ***** slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
**** nigga, that's on G-O-D (Damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me
***** got hit in the head, don't mention my name, he got hit in the leg (On God)
Get out the care if you scared, we went through their hood, and we painted it red (21)
I don't really talk on phones, we put you to bed if we find out you fed (On God)
I got them sticks in the shed, the bullets is big, they knockin' out dreads
Pop out, rock out (21)
Savage pull up with his Glock out (On God)
Hit your ***** with the ****, now she cockeyed (On God)
I got the juice like I'm Popeye (21)
I got the streets in a [yolk ?] (*****)
Too much money to beef 'bout a ho
We don't make diss songs, *****, we score
Got too high, now his ass on the floor (*****)
Never catch me on no sucker shit
I buy a watch for the **** of it (21)
I don't got time for the small talk
Shut the **** up and keep suckin' it (Lil' *****)
Gun so big, I ain't tuckin' it (21)
****ed too many niggas, I ain't cuffin' it (21)
Got a big dot, she lovin' it
I know she used to niggas that's on ****in' shit
Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Pop, pop)
Caught a nigga with his ***** slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P (Woah)
**** nigga, that's on G-O-D
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me