A Hundred Rounds Yamine (Ft. Bobby YoungBoy)

(Chorus: Yamine)
I ride real clean
Yes I ride real clean
Messin with that paper, and making that green
I got a hunnid rounds of ammo, let’s making the freaking scene
I’ll hit you with that choppa, those hunnid rounds a make a beam (repeat)

(Verse 1:Yamine)
I got a hundred rounds of ammo
And there’s no coming back
Ain't no hitting with a bat
Naw it's straight with the Mack
Lay you on the mat, now there's no time to chat
Everybody always helpful when we all up in the trap
We owning every avenue and whipping up some digits
Cooking in the kitchen, I don't care I won't forget it
I ride real clean, Mercedes all green
All I make is cheese, driving right on 90
My chick real nice, light skin no Chinese
Eyes is nice and light shines on the cheeks
Everybody lit cuz we always on the go
Ain’t no messin with the dough, cuz I’m steady on my flow
Me and Bobby Youngboy never on the no
NoMoreHashtag gang and now we in a role
Hunnid rounds of everything that heli-choppa make it beam
Satelite light rays coming down on the scene