1hunnit

[Intro]
100, 100, ain't worried bout nothin
Put trust in our struggle, we turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin' no frontin'

[Hook]
100, 100, my niggas 100, my nigga 100
Put trust in our struggle, ain’t worried bout nothing
We turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100

[Verse 1]
I'm tired of playin, nigga I'm tired of waiting
I hired my hustle, nigga I fired my patience
I wish you would hustle, don’t you get tired of hating?
No I ain't playing, you can get it if you want it
I'ma give it, can you take it?
See I would probably be the property of state if I weren’t smoking on Jamaica
I got it on me right now, I turn my whole gang to the navy
A hundred niggas all 100, that’s 100, that’s a Benjamin Franklin
These niggas be flexin' and frontin, and that ain't 100
G on it
Came aboard and niggas barely dream on it
A real nigga really wanna speak on it
Spatial tag, cocoa dot, beam on em
None of my niggas really need homies
We all 100 but it double when the team on it
All I need is hustle in the struggle, I don’t need nothing
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100

[Hook]
100, 100, my niggas 100, my nigga 100
Put trust in our struggle, ain’t worried bout nothing
We turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100

[Hook]
100, 100, my niggas 100, my nigga 100
Put trust in our struggle, ain’t worried bout nothing
We turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100

[Verse 2]
I'm tryna see where I’m eating all day
Actin really hundred plus in my day
You wouldn’t know it if you seen it
You a motherfuckin' duck and you a fake
You a sucker and you hate
I see the sucker in your face
Prolly runnin' with the jakes
I need 100 sandwich baggies like I'm hungry, but I already ate
I never run and I ain't frontin'
Need a bundle like I already paid (Money!)
Look at any one of my niggas bet he thuggin', thought he ain't?
Big mac, 45, 40 cal, oh my, only one arm or leg
You niggas real as a puppet, you move and you do what you say
You turn up and turn up, another man’s life on your Instagram page (That’s a shame)
And that ain't 100
You should be ashamed (You a lame)
No flexin', no frontin'
This Taylor, no way!