TC Don Dada, Peezy - 100k lyrics

I done missed at least 100k
Letting my niggas eat
DEA got me for a hundred I'm still on my feet

Take yo seat
Pull that strap on me better shoot
Or imma take yo heat

I made 100k before I ever tried to make a hit
My shooter Just called he doing bad
It's time to take a hit
I never throw shots but put it
On if the shoe fit
Niggas always talking cash shit but
Never had a kit

I just met a plug in PR
Get him for twenty one
He told me i'm the man and gone
Be rich before I'm twenty one
And when I say the plug I mean
Good numbers he ain't fronting work
You niggas take a front and fuck it
Up it's like you hate the work
I'm the connect
I get the shit straight from
Who make the work
And all them skit's you pull is null
& void once you on paper work
Yo opps don't know you I'm the
One who kick my fonk off
When you speak on me mention all
Them niggas I broke off

I done lost more money then you
Niggas ever seen for real
I touched my first hundred K when I
Was still a teen for real
Moved to Hollywood that's some shit
These niggas dream about
Niggas ain't got no money
Satisfied with having clout
That shit terrible niggas better go
And get a bag i'm the king in my city and
I ain't even trynna brag

Easy to write these raps
When it ain't no capping in it
She got them ass shots I feel
The plastic While i'm in it
Any bitch get kicked to the curb
For playing stupid
I ain't got no friends for you bitch
I ain't no cupid my BM hate my guts 'cause I
Don't want her but that's life
Lil niggas still flexing ten on
The gram that's light

I was punching broad day like
Fuck waiting for night
My niggas hustling on level four
They ain't waiting for kites
Niggas folding under pressure then they
Start waiving they rights

All this Two Four on me heavy
Got me like fuck diamonds
Only five deep but it's all donkeys and lions
Tired of niggas Talking sick but they
Ain't ever pulled a skit
It's a body count attached to
Every nigga that I'm with
I'm the nigga people call for
Boxes in a drought put your trust in me
I'll get them there without a doubt
Get them all across the country 'Cause
I got them Better routes
YBC the stain gang free my nigga Count

Couple real trap niggas locking
In it's getting spooky
Brand new Glocks came in the
Box you know they newkie new Jack City
I'm something like nino you a flukie
Young fly nigga I'm looking like
I signed to Lucci

Farmers call TC 'Cause he move
Them by the bail way before Mozzy
Forselles Way was banging hell
If you told in that room I hope
You die up in that cell
You could check the paperwork it's a
Fact that I won't tell

All blues or all dubs?
That's a tough decision
Couple hundred K In-State
Gotta move with precision
Bet it all on yo self if
Nobody if else see the vision
Make a thousand pounds disappear
I'm a magician run off with a pack and nigga
You gone die with it
How to get a bird across
The country? Fly with it
If you shittin' where you live you
Gone have to lie in it
The opp just copped a foreign i'll
Make sure he die in it

I'm a legend in the streets
People know me from that shit I did
Always smoke exotics but I got
Rich by moving mids

Never tucked my tail, ran from a nigga
Never hid snakes I can handle
It's the rats that got me terrified
No blue check on IG but
In the trenches verified
You heard it then believe it
Ain't shit finna get clarified
Brodie could have been a living
Legend 'till he testified

Know some niggas worth a million
And they still rob
You ain't ever had a brick go get a real job
We done made it out the streets
We in the hills now
I just bust a rollie down so i can kill time
If I tell 'em what I'm worth
Then they gone swear I'm lying
Pull up in some shit that
Niggas only rent for prom
Thirty thousand on me walking on Rodeo drive
How the fuck is you a
Shooter you keep getting robbed

We done came up and niggas mad as hell
I just turned a bitch down
She was bad as hell
Barely see me with these niggas
I be by myself
'Cause niggas tell the police shit
That they ain't gotta tell

I just bought a eighth of wak
Just drunk it by myself
Took two hoes out the bar
And hit em by myself
I'll pull up on yo block
And let it fly myself
Ain't gotta send no fuckin' hit
I'll do the job myself
Half a million worth of ice and
It's just me and Frizz
Half a million worth of dope
In a abandoned crib
Ask about us in the streets
We really ran the 6
Got kills waiting on me when I land to LAX

Half a million worth of ice and
It's just me and Frizz
Half a million worth of dope
In a abandoned crib
Ask about us in the streets
We really ran the 6
Got kills waiting on me when I land to LAX

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