paroles de chanson 100 - Young Revk

Keep it 100
Yeah
Never switch it up
Glock 43 extended with a 50 drum
Leave 'em eating up the clip like ah pack of gum
Hollow tips hit like a jet why you tryna run

Iced out over seas
Shipped from Italy
See these diamonds on my wrist
I'm looking heavenly
Just to show the pussy boys i keep the bread on me
But don't try to be a fool i'll catch a felony

I'm off my element
Met this fine
She roll my woods
Shit smoking excellent
Said that she learned how to roll back in Connecticut
Told her come back to my crib
Now she's in residence

Bitch i'm heaven sent
Block call me the new messiah for their preference
The broke boys tryna stir the pot
Because i fucked their bitch
Now if she is yo bitch
Then why she suck my dick
Yeah i got the vv's
An they know that
Bitches touching on my chain
Better keep yo hoe back
Only here to get the brain
I don't fuck with hoe cat
Baby better keep them panties on
Lean that throat back
Shooters with me
Keep them boys strapped to my side
Like i'm sticky
17 with new extensions it's ah semi
Strapped my bro up with a glock an ah 223
Say they smell the weed
I got what you need
Snow
Gas
Pills
Even fucking ecstasy

Keep it 100
Yeah
Never switch it up
Glock 43 extended with a 50 drum
Leave 'em eating up the clip like ah pack of gum
Hollow tips hit like a jet why you tryna run

Iced out over seas
Shipped from Italy
See these diamonds on my wrist
I'm looking heavenly
Just to show the pussy boys i keep the bread on me
But don't try to be a fool i'll catch a felony

This shits like therapy
Broke ass pup we'll take yo life
We on some pedigree
Always hating on the game
You on some jealousy
I'm just here to get that sack
Live on the legacy
Hit all my enemies
Block got so hot
Had to go with new identities
Imma always keep it real
I keep the energy
Imma young shot caller like ah referee
Get it by the pounds
Bitch i'm gone trap
All these hating ass clown
Yeah they all wack
Imma hit em with these rounds
In they ball caps
Leave 'em six feet down
Dressed in all black
Boy don't act tough
Heard you was snitching on the block
When you got locked up
Crazy how blood turn to rat when they in handcuffs
Just to get time off the clock he tellin on his bro
Imma up that pole
Leave his blood cold
That boy know too much an he gone talk to much he gotta go

Keep it 100
Yeah
Never switch it up
Glock 43 extended with a 50 drum
Leave 'em eating up the clip like ah pack of gum
Hollow tips hit like a jet why you tryna run

Iced out over seas
Shipped from Italy
See these diamonds on my wrist
I'm looking heavenly
Just to show the pussy boys i keep the bread on me
But don't try to be a fool i'll catch a felony