100

[Intro]
Why is everything chrome?
Cash
Hsssss
Bow, bow
Fshhhh
Chi gang, Chi gang, put down the gang you what the fuck goin' on
Why the fuck these niggas keep testin' me?
Everything's chrome in the future
Wait, hold on
Gang

[Verse]
100 shots and that's 100 hits
Reach in my pocket, get shot in yo' shit
Swing on my partner, get shot like you sick
He gon' get popped with this copper and shit
Bitch we can box and I'm rockin' yo' shit
But I'm not tryin' box, got a Glock in this bitch
Why would I talk when I bought a new clip
I ain't wastin' no money, I'm sparkin' that bitch
Valet the coupe I ain't parkin' that bitch
Shoot like a Hooper no guardin' that shit
Get put on the news actin' hard in the bitch
It ain't no tellin' who played a part in that shit
Ripped him apart with the carbon and shit
Hollows and [?] they sharpen the switchblade
Ride with a big K
Slide in a quick way
Try on a Wednesday
Die on a Wednesday
Blue cardinal on a Moncler coat
Nigga act slow, get jumped like rope
Put him in a box, then put him in the floor
Put him on Fox, if he wanna be known
Beat him out his socks, then take a nigga phone
Beat his ass cock-eyed, he look at me wrong
Chickens like Popeyes, fuckin' up stoves
Shells like Wi-Fi, connect to yo' clothes
Soon as he says it's a problem, he gon', die
I call up them golems, we gon', slide
Hop out the whip with the chrome, better hide
We gon' suck up yo' home, it's a whole drive-by