Square Off - 100th Street lyrics
rate meWhere the fuck is my ice, speeding life, fuck a red light
Like a transport, I guess it’s my night
I’m in h town, put it down, swear gonn throw that money round
Pop a pussy, hear that sound, watch her ass touch the ground
Harlem to Houston, got me choppin and screwing
Slowly moving, purple movement, shouts to killa we ain’t houston
I fucked around and fiend it, got purple bozzy ass, my cups are painted
Rollie wine like it’s jamaican
My car satan, 666, tell that bitch get right up my dick
Rose bottle touching her lips
Yeah that’s pimping all up on this
Rest in peace pimp c, my hoodie law, 10 deep
Pop a band, sip asleep, where my dreams taking me
Jewerly yellow, car slow down when they see I’m in the streets
Got a pocket full of stones, ask them niggas where we meeting, huh?
Bentley mall saying, drive these bitches insane
Fucking all these models, get the picture stunting in they frames
[Hook]
Just left the club and all in
Got a bunch of bitches down to fuck till the morning
Now I got these hoes in the studio
My girl keep calling my phone, but she trippin oh
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
For my niggas dowtown, in the 110th
For couple niggas locked down I was hustling with
Got a couple of broads that’s all in it
That be lovin the dick
Hit them once, never fuck em again
She full of treat, full of room till it drop and the arm is chillin
Be killin caddie on, marvin with me
So much bars nigga swear it’s biggy
Ready to die, got a bumble with me
Every bad bad arm, piece feeling on the broad
Just want me to smoke...i swear the track is a monster
And I smoke all the 50’s it don’t matter if it’s people, cigars or phillies, slim
Trains get wrecked when I;m in the mid west
Had to take a deep breath feel the smoke up in your chest
Still I’m flier than the rest
Still I burn like an...on aflesh
Keeps it triller, rest in peace to pimp
I roll a swiss to swishers, get this heavy tripper
Rest in peace to screw, he’s gone to november
Rest in peace to dal too, can’t forget my nigga
Damn that boy just switched up,
Money grown, call me mister
Niggas call my phone, more times than my mistress
I don’t pick up, damn that boy just lost em
Shouts to my niggas in talbum, madison...
[Hook]
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Big wheels on the caddie I’m flippin
Wet paint that will make it look different
Kush got me so hight that I’m drifting
Leanin on 2 cups I’m sitting
Top down, no hate dismissing
But the seat I can see, I’m skip it
Shotgun, keep a video vixen
If not, then it’s maybe your missus
I make it main gear baby no infant
Sucker free and I’ma keep my distance
I am rubbin I don’t pay em no attention
Count money cause I’m so consistent
So much I might beat her assistant
Not bout it, I ain’t got no interest
Straight cash, no credit, no interest
And I get my oak meal instant...
But a nigga got 20’s, keep it 100, y’all niggas now 20’s
How the life bc, meaning I got it...
Married to the game, forever my lady, pay me
All hunneds, 50’s, 20’s, 10’s, 5’s, we get money
We ain’t sleep, just know it ain’t sunny
Cod, we eating honey!
[Hook]
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup
Smoking loud, going up, got purple in my cup.
