[Verse] Working while they sleeping as usual Percocets, I eat them like chewables These niggas think they passed up, they think too much If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps, yeah Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts, yeah Wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once, yeah We don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up Cappin', talkin' big shit until that shit don't flush Yeah, they say my days are numbered but I keep taking drugs Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleasе take one I'm a skater but I hеard your man a cheapskate, huh Heard he rattin', now they moving his release date, huh, snitch I just turned my main to my spouse Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive Twerkin', got a fatty, and this bitch doing butt flips Way she roll her hips make her body look like sunchips Working out my demons, that's beautiful And bae off of that riesling, she super loose I'm smokin', she say pass it, she doing too much Haven't done my taxes, fuckin' with Trump She brought her skirt without the panties with the slick going up Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch, uh Someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch Three...
[Chorus] Hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch, pewm
[Verse] Copped three watches at the same time Nigga, we are not on the same time Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime Got the 40 on me like St. Ides Granny, she was standing right there Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect Taliban, nigga, ISIS, hand to hand, switching prices Been dapper dan since the diaper, a gat, a bag, and a Bible Young Obama go dumb, Osama Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba Trade the private jet for an Air Force bomber We could go to war like it's the Bahamas Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama Never tell my woes, lie to your honor Money long though, nigga, anaconda Let me add a comma I'm way too hot for niggas at the bottom You a ladder climber I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious Got punchlines for you shadowboxers You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger New fettucine, new lasagna Diamonds blinging so new they blind you Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, No Ceilings
[Chorus] Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm Chicken pox on my trigger finger How my trigger finger still itch, pewm Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm Chicken pox on my trigger finger How my trigger finger still itch, pewmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
