Fredo - They Ain’t 100 lyrics
[Fredo - They Ain’t 100 lyrics]
Fuck them, I don't know them
They ain't one hunna in my German car
Drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot
You can lose it all off one fuck up
On the High Road and I'm
Drivin' slow with one ucker
When I tell her "Suck"
She don't say much, not one stutter
My nigga Sav poked a lot
Of yutes with one cutter feds kicked it in
Got my niggas yard on the front cover
Free 'em
Man's really out 'ere in the deep end
My Louboutin shoes are in season
Used to trap all night, it was freezin'
This Samsung keeps on beating
The Shard is where I'm sleepin'
Some steak is what I'm eatin'
I'm in Gaucho's with the G's dem
I put six bags on my left wrist
Put my brother Dotz on my necklace
Got my brothers locked for some next shit
Got a raw box then I press it
They talk it, I live it
Gotta call for the four in the midget
So I flew round to the kitchen
I got a few ounce by the biscuit's
Young niggas gettin' street money
Till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back
She talks Cockney they see the kid and they
Skate out it's not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true
It's stocky
Whip, whip, whip then I'm servin'
Skatin' round in a foreign car
It straight German
Gotta bad bitch with a big
Back she likes twerkin'
I gotta new trap and I told
The cats "It needs curtains"
He threw me a bird and I jerked him
Me and him ain't squared 'til I burst him
I dice packs and I drop packs on the workman
I got stacks thats for certains
I miss Dotz, bro, I'm hurtin'
I'm with Mouth, bro, we're lurking
I just buy straps I don't reason
'Cause my man thinks we're beefin'
But when I slide round, I don't see him
Or he's breezin' like a athlete
The whole squad know I back beef
Treat restaurants like they're McD's
Taught my young boy how to stack P's
I came up off a crack fiend
Throwin' this paper, no littering
Aged fifteen, I was bit'n'win
I'm eating in Gaucho's
You're getting slim
I need two scales when I get it in
Cooked two Z's in ten minutes
I gotta trap spot, I'm renting it
Just cling and carbs, no beds in it
And I'm out the door if a feds in it
Done a lotta shit, I ain't regretting it
I get the raw and I'm extending it
If the coke's hard then I'm blending it
I don't know nuttin' 'bout no benefit's
Young niggas gettin' street money
Till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back
She talks Cockney they see the kid and they
Skate out it's not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true
It's stocky
Fuck them, I don't know them
They ain't one hunna in my German car
Drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot
You can lose it all off one fuck up
They ain't one hunna in my German car
Drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot
You can lose it all off one fuck up
On the High Road and I'm
Drivin' slow with one ucker
When I tell her "Suck"
She don't say much, not one stutter
My nigga Sav poked a lot
Of yutes with one cutter feds kicked it in
Got my niggas yard on the front cover
Free 'em
Man's really out 'ere in the deep end
My Louboutin shoes are in season
Used to trap all night, it was freezin'
This Samsung keeps on beating
The Shard is where I'm sleepin'
Some steak is what I'm eatin'
I'm in Gaucho's with the G's dem
I put six bags on my left wrist
Put my brother Dotz on my necklace
Got my brothers locked for some next shit
Got a raw box then I press it
They talk it, I live it
Gotta call for the four in the midget
So I flew round to the kitchen
I got a few ounce by the biscuit's
Young niggas gettin' street money
Till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back
She talks Cockney they see the kid and they
Skate out it's not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true
It's stocky
Whip, whip, whip then I'm servin'
Skatin' round in a foreign car
It straight German
Gotta bad bitch with a big
Back she likes twerkin'
I gotta new trap and I told
The cats "It needs curtains"
He threw me a bird and I jerked him
Me and him ain't squared 'til I burst him
I dice packs and I drop packs on the workman
I got stacks thats for certains
I miss Dotz, bro, I'm hurtin'
I'm with Mouth, bro, we're lurking
I just buy straps I don't reason
'Cause my man thinks we're beefin'
But when I slide round, I don't see him
Or he's breezin' like a athlete
The whole squad know I back beef
Treat restaurants like they're McD's
Taught my young boy how to stack P's
I came up off a crack fiend
Throwin' this paper, no littering
Aged fifteen, I was bit'n'win
I'm eating in Gaucho's
You're getting slim
I need two scales when I get it in
Cooked two Z's in ten minutes
I gotta trap spot, I'm renting it
Just cling and carbs, no beds in it
And I'm out the door if a feds in it
Done a lotta shit, I ain't regretting it
I get the raw and I'm extending it
If the coke's hard then I'm blending it
I don't know nuttin' 'bout no benefit's
Young niggas gettin' street money
Till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back
She talks Cockney they see the kid and they
Skate out it's not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true
It's stocky
Fuck them, I don't know them
They ain't one hunna in my German car
Drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot
You can lose it all off one fuck up