Dubb - 100 Bands lyrics
rate meFeat. Lil Nuke & Dante Higgins
(Hook)
Hundid bands in the shoe box
(Racked up, racked up, racked up)
Hollow heads in my new Glock
(I'm strapped up, I'm strapped up)
We got shooters on the rooftop
(Get clacked up, get clacked up)
A street nigga suckin' you not
(Don't act tough, don't act tough)
(Verse)
Look! Goin' house shoppin', I'm bout to buy me hella pass
Shootaz on the roof, got chopers like a helipad
Triggers wrapped around they finger, that's they wedding band
Married to the mob, get divorce, never that
I'm just out here trappin' for that shit I neva had
Throwin' bullets like payn, you hatin', catch the pass
Spit the game, fuck the flame with a mandingo
Model dick like that bitch name Wet Kingo
Hollow MIA, my condo made of glass, nigga
Fat ass stripper, she just lost her glass slipper
Cinderella Swam swimmin' out here shit don't matter
Michael Phelps, you know the belts, no one could get her wetter
Shorty whine fine like she chillin' in a cellar
Don't be jealous of this skinny nigga from the ghetto
They love the man that's cut up like Edward Scissorhands
In the trap, cuttin' dope, countin' a hundred bands
(Hook)
Hundid bands in the shoe box
(Racked up, racked up, racked up)
Hollow heads in my new Glock
(I'm strapped up, I'm strapped up)
We got shooters on the rooftop
(Get clacked up, get clacked up)
A street nigga suckin' you not
(Don't act tough, don't act tough)
(Verse)
In di hood we be bents with hundid bands on my left wrist
I got shooters on the rooftop hit you from distance
But don't tempt me, hell of men run up thru yo house
We ain't missin', now yo family trippin'
They hot on thinkin' that if they pass this evening they make it
My yawn niggas mind, ova here there ain't no snitchin'
100 bands and watch yo boss spend it all in one week-end
24/7 I'm grindin', I'm hustlin', I'm eatin'
I'm rollin' in holders it ain't no creepin'
Nigga crabs got the holdin', and you be leakin'
100 squares, my off he sold it in one week-end
Drivin' feather like I stole it, we won't be speedin'
Girls be comin' to my shows, feenin' every week-end
20 bands, ten more to get me on the week-end
Girls be comin' to my shows, feenin' every week-end
20 bands, ten more to get me on the week-end
(Hook)
Hundid bands in the shoe box
(Racked up, racked up, racked up)
Hollow heads in my new Glock
(I'm strapped up, I'm strapped up)
We got shooters on the rooftop
(Get clacked up, get clacked up)
A street nigga suckin' you not
(Don't act tough, don't act tough)
