100 ROUNDS Dro Kenji

[Intro]
Woah oh, oh, uh
She is not around (No)
No, she is not around
Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid

[Chorus]
I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around
I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds
If we pop another Perc then me and her might go a hundred rounds
I go crazy off these Jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh)

[Verse 1]
Uh, I got guns, what you sayin'?
Uh, I told my slime he gon' spray him
Uh, treat him like the 'wood, we gon' bake him
Glocks out, MACs up, we gon' broad day him
We gon' broad day him, we gon' cold case him
Put him on a t-shirt, we gon' put his face there
That boy like to talk a lot, but really wouldn't say nothin'
If it's 'bout some money, I'ma pull up with my gang, yeah
Oh, and I'vе been feeling alone
Up in this Porsche without my brothers, keep my hand on my chromе
This stick on me and I won't aim at not a thing but your dome
I'm smoking super loud, I get high like I'm Cheech and Chong (Oh)
And my neck look like a waterfall, it's so icy, oh, oh
And she won't be my wifey, no
But she see me with no thotty, oh