Starlito - 100, I Shute lyrics
[Starlito - 100, I Shute lyrics]
100 I shoot
Look I don't dab
Yeah I rap but bitch I tote my own strap
Pussy nigga wanted a feature
I never sent his song back
You ain't a rapper, you a trapper
Well OK go on trap
Cuz we listened to your mixtape
And every song wack
You can call it paranoia
I think every phone tapped
And these broads ain't never loyal
I think every hoe'll rat
Or get off in her feelings and
Fuck another nigga with a sack
Or a broke nigga that need her
To keep her self esteem intact
I got nobody to call if I ever need a stack
That's what got me out there selling weed
17 and strapped i was still going to class
Studio spending my last
(Grind hard) Fast forward I'm
Just recycling the paper
I had this bitch out Magic City
Don't know why she like when I tape her
I think she tried to hack my iCloud
And Kim K & Ray J me
I know some good girls I should've
Married but I'm too fucking crazy
Still trying to fuck up your nearest dice
Game like "Who got me faded?" it's Lito
100 I shoot (That's my last name i'm talking
Bout 100 shots too, pussy ass nigga)
I got a pocket full of hundreds
Finna give it to my mama told my accountant
Look I promise I'm finna get this other comma
Look lil nigga don't make giggle
Cuz you really don't want no problems
You'll get hit up make my
Hitta go commit another homi
Hoe the feds got my lil homie
I saw 'em sitting in the lobby
At my hotel before a show
But he wasn't with me and
They ain't bother me
I had a pistol, 15 stacks
And a eighth of drank in my front pocket
He got scooped up the next day
Man I'm still thankful God got me
Press rewind I almost died
In Oakcrest, me, Elroy, and Notty
I'm just glad my nigga lived
Must I repeat yeah God got me
Probably somewhere with a connect
Like a fucking hotspot
Either that or getting neck from
A bopping thot pocket
Pull off from prison in a Porsche
My partner hopped out chopping up the profit
Since he been gone I
Been grinding hard everyday
Ain't finna stop it
Every day it's steak and lobster
My filet served
200 I straight? Make it 200 I 6-8
Aye drop it
100 I shoot
And I'm still working for Nashville rappers
JAY-Z know me he just done
Made more money than me jay-Z shoutout
Jazzy Coach you remember, 1988
How we used to live your life just
Done got a little better than mine
I work for Nashville rappers, man jay-Z
You need to bring me that money
So I can help Nashville rep
Jay-Z bring me some money man you know how we
Did in '88 let's do it in 2017-'18, jay-Z!
"I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices"
Look I don't dab
Yeah I rap but bitch I tote my own strap
Pussy nigga wanted a feature
I never sent his song back
You ain't a rapper, you a trapper
Well OK go on trap
Cuz we listened to your mixtape
And every song wack
You can call it paranoia
I think every phone tapped
And these broads ain't never loyal
I think every hoe'll rat
Or get off in her feelings and
Fuck another nigga with a sack
Or a broke nigga that need her
To keep her self esteem intact
I got nobody to call if I ever need a stack
That's what got me out there selling weed
17 and strapped i was still going to class
Studio spending my last
(Grind hard) Fast forward I'm
Just recycling the paper
I had this bitch out Magic City
Don't know why she like when I tape her
I think she tried to hack my iCloud
And Kim K & Ray J me
I know some good girls I should've
Married but I'm too fucking crazy
Still trying to fuck up your nearest dice
Game like "Who got me faded?" it's Lito
100 I shoot (That's my last name i'm talking
Bout 100 shots too, pussy ass nigga)
I got a pocket full of hundreds
Finna give it to my mama told my accountant
Look I promise I'm finna get this other comma
Look lil nigga don't make giggle
Cuz you really don't want no problems
You'll get hit up make my
Hitta go commit another homi
Hoe the feds got my lil homie
I saw 'em sitting in the lobby
At my hotel before a show
But he wasn't with me and
They ain't bother me
I had a pistol, 15 stacks
And a eighth of drank in my front pocket
He got scooped up the next day
Man I'm still thankful God got me
Press rewind I almost died
In Oakcrest, me, Elroy, and Notty
I'm just glad my nigga lived
Must I repeat yeah God got me
Probably somewhere with a connect
Like a fucking hotspot
Either that or getting neck from
A bopping thot pocket
Pull off from prison in a Porsche
My partner hopped out chopping up the profit
Since he been gone I
Been grinding hard everyday
Ain't finna stop it
Every day it's steak and lobster
My filet served
200 I straight? Make it 200 I 6-8
Aye drop it
100 I shoot
And I'm still working for Nashville rappers
JAY-Z know me he just done
Made more money than me jay-Z shoutout
Jazzy Coach you remember, 1988
How we used to live your life just
Done got a little better than mine
I work for Nashville rappers, man jay-Z
You need to bring me that money
So I can help Nashville rep
Jay-Z bring me some money man you know how we
Did in '88 let's do it in 2017-'18, jay-Z!
"I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices"