Young Dolph – 100 Shots

[Verse 3]
My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane (yeah, hey)
I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah)
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though)
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)

Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her (hey, what you need, lil’ mama?)
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]

Think about where you at (okay)
I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah)
It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
Yeah, it’s Dolph
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin’ good)
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah)
Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
But I really want to crash (damn)
My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang (gang)
She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?

Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
You lookin’ for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother (goddamn)
Six figure client, got no business in this area
Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah)
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)
Your bitch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
My uncle said that’s pimpin’
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways (yeah)
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins)
But I won’t change for shit (nah)
She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
(Hey) Broke black nigga, remember me?
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)
Young nigga stay focused (yeah)
We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother (that’s my dog)
Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop (ayy, get out, bro)
Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang (gang)
Came out with six bitches (wet)

I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
Foreigns all in the garage
Yeah, it’s Dolph
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)
Then think about your past (alright)
My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
They been waitin’ on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof)
Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato)
No, I don’t got no sympathy (nah)

She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)
Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
Remember my first menage (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)