[Intro]
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Too many Glocks in the spot, it got me paranoid
I'm just clutchin' on my shit 'cause I keep hearin' noises
I got a 40 and 9, bitch, pick your poison
Dropped thirty out a long K, then flipped the cartridge
We finna have a long day, but I'm just gettin' started
Now I'm finna pour a whole eight and blow Cookie Fortune
Nigga, don't get mad at me because you can't afford it
(You are now listening to a hundred bullets)
I'm finna get some glass P's from my auntie Porsha
It was Hi-Tech, I can't believe she only charged me forty
I can drink a six, sell a ten, and still makе a fortune
Lil' T like to shoot shit and Rio like to torturе
Got some head from my uncle wife and piped her daughter
Only reason that I hit that bitch is 'cause she had a charger
I ain't talkin' 'bout the whip, she was plugged with a doctor
She was swipin' too when she went on trips with her mama
Bitch brought me back ten scripts and six hundred dollars
Nigga, that was some light work
Rio got precision with that blade, check his knife work
I'ma boss up and do the blade with the right work
Chris trippin' again, he paid four hundred for a white shirt
He just hit a bitch and her friend off a white Perc'
E'll coproduce your whole track like he Iceberg
Niggas better pay me on time like I'm Big Worm
Or I'll put this 40 in your mouth and hold that bitch firm
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