​hunnid rounds midwxst

[Intro]
(Thanks Zuko!)

[Chorus]
I just Ricked up, might keep my feet up now
He a broke boy, whippin' them Kias now
He want smoke? Okay, well, we might gun that boy down
He want smoke? Okay, then we gon' spray a hunnid rounds

[Verse]
High as fuck boy, no, you can't say the same
We keep sticks like this shit magic, like my name David Blaine
Control that bitch like an XBOX, if she wanna play games
Shoot shit like a '93, you gon' roll under that paint
Boy I'm blood, you know that we packin'
Just like that damn EP, bitch, you know that I'm back in action
I got shit for life, lil' boy you'll know that it's my fashion
Boy think he the future 'till they put his ass in past tense
You wan' meet my friend? Okay, introduce you to MAC-10
And no, we not cool, no we not niggas, we not dapping
Pass that [?] and now I'm on stage, bitch, know they clapping
I sent bro the addy 'causе I knew nothing would happen
Like a hoе at Lala, know that choppa get to flashing
We don't miss
Got a Glock in my hand and this shit gon' shoot out like an [?] wrist
Fuck them four pourin regularly', I'm addicted to that tris
You go through my discography and you won't find no miss
Yellow diamonds like Caillou, sure them diamonds look like piss
Still the same nigga from first grade, that G-Shock on my wrist
Turn a scat pack to a gymnast, the way that it's gon' flip
Turn a scat pack to a gymnast, the way that it's gon' flip
Yeah, yeah