Текст песни $100lines (Intro) - Lul Ri

Nigga said he got that burner
I ain't for the gram, lil nigga, yea I'm really serving
We shutting the curtains
I'm really outside working
Nigga I'm serving the birdies
The nigga was capping
The nigga was acting he really had it
Yea, I put the bricks in the attic
I put him on T.V. lil nigga, I'm causing the static
Yea I'm boutta score on this lil nigga
I'm turning 2 into 4, I'm hitting the door lil nigga
The choppa going for a cheap shot
Hit at his knee, now he on the floor lil nigga
I got a hunnid rounds in the drawer
It's like a hunnid pounds in the floor
I hit Rodeo and bought the whole store
Don't walk in the closet unless you want war

I'm bout to flush em
I put a cake in the oven
We already sharp that he bluffing
We sending them shots thru the smoke, yea we rushing
These niggas be sweeter than blueberry muffins
I ain't got to slide lil nigga, I'm sending my cousin
I'm feeding the chickens, I cut off his head, now he clucking
I'm serving them birdies, them road runners
You ain't a goon, you a cold sucka

I remember they wasn't fucking with me
Now I pull up in a hemi, these niggas be 50
MT4L we be stepping on niggas(Bow Bow)
I get it for free I ain't spending a penny
Moving that rock in the camp like Demi
Wock in the cup, it's a hunnid a line with a zip in the back, shit cost 350
We got a drum and it's holding a hunnid, yea we got plenty
Don't hit my phone if you skinny
I put Smith to the back of your head like Lenny
Send him to heaven like Kenny
I can't remember the last my pockets was empty
It's five niggas getting hit, we turned em to fours nigga now we counting up twenty
It's three niggas in the whip, this FN retarded nigga, yea I'm bout to flip em

Slide with a stick, limbo
Skilled shooter, I'mma hang out the window
Catch up with a opp, that boy better get low
We getting up witchu, we keeping it simple
We got lead, pencil, I'm getting paid to fuck up instrumentals
Put one in his head now that boy going mental
We gone slide in a band, cymbal
Ya fava a mice, you Stuart Little
Touchdown in Cali and hop out the rental
Drill in my hand, I'm working on dental
I got a pocket rocket, I'mma send em a missle
I got a Malcolm X with a drake in the middle
She down to party, she blowing whistles
I'm serving Ed, Edd and Eddy, yea I'm making triple
That boy ain't make it to the hospital
I feel like a teacher
Sticks out, send a shot from the bleacher
Lil bitch really think that I need her
Baby Draco really act like a demon
These niggas acting like I won't leave em
Four Seater, nigga tipping he a cold heater
Niggas purping out for no reason
Bitches acting like a cold skeezer

I'm bout to flush em
I put a cake in the oven
We already sharp that he bluffing
We sending them shots thru the smoke, yea we rushing
These niggas be sweeter than blueberry muffins
I ain't got to slide lil nigga, I'm sending my cousin
I'm feeding the chickens, I cut off his head, now he clucking
I'm serving them birdies, them road runners
You ain't a goon, you a cold sucka