Hundreds - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fifties, hundreds

Fifties, hundreds

Straight drop in the pot, trap jumpin'

Hit the dope house, came with my button

Three man stake out before they rush in

Bullet smoke through his head, I ain't talkin' 'bout concussion

Whip got filled up, pushed to the crib

And your bitch comin' through, she wanna fuck off a Perc

Twenty-Eight shots make him run like a nerd

Caught him out of town but he did it with the deuces

Bleed he back out the fifth, he's got loose screws

All my kids in her mouth, make a sweet tooth

How you come to the block when we deep too

And killy in the back so he hang out the sun roof

Got the Pyrex, arm in the pot and it's whippin'

Hop out the Honda Accord and we blitz him

When it's time for the creep, they keepin' social distance

Whole lotta income, straight to the riches

Bro called me, said he's stuck in the kitchen

And they caught him on the spot, got more than stitches

Wrap the boy up, [?], missin'

Twenty-two shots hit his body, now he stuck

Put him up for ransom, put him in the trunk

Dead on arrival, he ran out of luck

Fifties, hundreds

Straight drop in the pot, trap jumpin'

Hit the dope house, came with my button

Three man stake out before they rush in

Bullet smoke through his head, I ain't talkin' 'bout concussion

Whip got filled up, pushed to the crib

And your bitch comin' through, she wanna fuck off a Perc

Twenty-Eight shots make him run like a nerd

Caught him out of town but he did it with the deuces

Bleed he back out the fifth, he's got loose screws

All my kids in her mouth, make a sweet tooth

How you come to the block when we deep too

And killy in the back so he hang out the sun roof

Got the Pyrex, arm in the pot and it's whippin'

Hop out the Honda Accord and we blitz him

When it's time for the creep, they keepin' social distance