[Intro]
Rest in peace Lil Lon, nigga, it's Fruit da Dummy, nigga
Niggas know we iron shit out, niggas know Ken, nigga, you heard me?
I got my nigga Fabo in the back, nigga, you heard me?
Blockboy JMoney, nigga (Rico on the beat)
M8B Big Man, nigga, you heard me?
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all with it
Got extended clips, shootin' 'til they all empty
I'm ballin', ho, slam your bitch like Blake Griffen
Don't try it, boy, shootin' shit like Scottie Pippen
And we gettin' plenty, hundred, fifty, twenty
If that nigga dissin', peel his ass like a lemon
No kiddin', bitch, we tote semi
Trigger finger itchin', that clip Z-Bo, that clip fifty
[Verse 1]
Ridin' through South Memphis and I'm pushin' all these packs
Lil' bitch saw me countin' money, she like, "Where you get that at?"
I looked at that bitch, then laughed, then I pulled out the sack
Baby, this here nothin' but gas, take that 87 back
Chopper boil you like some lobster, still gettin' guala with my partner
You niggas sweet, no Willy Wonka, local youngin, everything foreign
I been juggin', hittin' licks, never worried 'bout a bitch
Need some tissue, I'm the shit, somebody call the plumber man
And my niggas ain't with that play-play, they shoot you just like Ray-Ray
They'll smoke your ass like Day-Day with that chopper or that SK
It's gon' make you do the nae nae 'cause we quick to spray-spray
Chopper blow you like a birthday cake, we keep paper just like an essay, lil' nigga
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all with it
Got extended clips, shootin' 'til they all empty
I'm ballin', ho, slam your bitch like Blake Griffen
Don't try it, boy, shootin' shit like Scottie Pippen
And we gettin' plenty, hundred, fifty, twenty
If that nigga dissin', peel his ass like a lemon
No kiddin', bitch, we tote semi
Trigger finger itchin', that clip Z-Bo, that clip fifty
[Interlude]
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up
[Verse 2: Kenny Muney]
Ayy, I'm the man, so you niggas need to learn another stand
Bitch, I got bands, money bussin' out both pockets of my pants
Wanna rob, better kiss your mama when you take that chance
Find my victim, load that chopper, then I dump it where you stand
All my niggas trained to go, lil' Fabo Gold, Blockboy, Big Man
Go get your gun, go get your gun, it'll save your life like Peter Pan
I'm so turnt up with it, man, I turnt your girlfriend to a fan
Really fuck a thot, hit that bitch to show you that I can
Bitch, we came to shoot, so get the fuck up out the way
If security wanna play, then he can get one to the face
Hundred niggas, hundred K's, they get to stompin' like parade
Better run and dodge and duck because my niggas beat the case
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all with it
Got extended clips, shootin' 'til they all empty
I'm ballin', ho, slam your bitch like Blake Griffen
Don't try it, boy, shootin' shit like Scottie Pippen
And we gettin' plenty, hundred, fifty, twenty
If that nigga dissin', peel his ass like a lemon
No kiddin', bitch, we tote semi
Trigger finger itchin', that clip Z-Bo, that clip fifty
[Verse 3: Fabo Gold]
Fabo in the cut, nigga play, we wet you up
Hit 'em up, get 'em up, shooters comin' with them bucks
Yeah, we pull up at the party, grab the Carbon, grab the 40
Grab your sister, grab your brother, hug your daddy, kiss your mama
Bullets flyin', homicide, funeral day, mama cryin'
Bitch, I'm chasin' dollar signs, better run from this four-five
I point you out, get you killed, murkin' shit, then I dip
Clip hold fifty, like a Beyblade, get you ripped, get you ripped
[Verse 4]
Bitch, it ain't no kiddin' when it come down to this killin'
Got a hundred niggas with me, all these Glocks we tote extensions (Rrah)
Got Fruit in the kitchen, got Fabo on alert
B the kid rockin' with me, don't fuck around and get murked
We got the mob in this bitch, got us stalkin' some shit
If a nigga wanna play, get dealt like cards in this bitch
We sprayin' Carbons and shit, they sayin' the mob hit that shit
We don't no missin', boy, we hittin' targets and shit (Boom-boom)
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all with it
Got extended clips, shootin' 'til they all empty
I'm ballin', ho, slam your bitch like Blake Griffen
Don't try it, boy, shootin' shit like Scottie Pippen
And we gettin' plenty, hundred, fifty, twenty
If that nigga dissin', peel his ass like a lemon
No kiddin', bitch, we tote semi
Trigger finger itchin', that clip Z-Bo, that clip fifty
[Outro]
(DJ Kam Bennett)