100 Rounds Half-A-Mil (Hit-Boy & DOM KENNEDY)

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Get it poppin'
Get it poppin'
Get it poppin'
I keep on shooting off like 100 rounds, brrrt, yea

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Know you came here for reason
Go up on them it's your season
Ball on them bitches how you supposed to
They can't even get close to you
Watch the way my engine set the car alarms off, skrr skrr
Bought them Vicky’s just so I can watch you take them off
Damn and we went so hard last night
I'm just thankful we were in my last night
Take it to the max yeah, take it to the max
Take it to, take it to the max, yeah
20 style ship can't let it ride, lets take another ride
Every time I see you girl its on sight
You fuck with me so hard you book your own flights
Just for the one on one kick back
I feel like I'm in love when I hit that
Usually getting too involved that's a slim chance
But you got that slim waist and a thick ass
With your fine ass I just watched your fifth snap
Busting down Vegas shooting big craps
Big, the only way we do it I fuck with the way you moving
You should hit up the salon I'll pay to make the movie
You could get them 30 inch extensions
Shooting off 100 rounds and extensions, uh