100 shots – Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – 100 shots

Yeah, it’s Dolph
Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
Six figure client, got no business in this area.(100 shots)

If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherf*ckin’ ‘nother
We trapped together than that’s my motherf*ckin’ brother
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
I f*cked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
She said can she f*ck me with my diamond chains?
If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane
‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
Young nigga stay focused versuri-lyrics.info
But I really want to crash
Think about where you at
Then think about your past
Yeah, I really came from s**t
But I won’t change for s**t
My b*tch say I’m stuck in my ways
My wrist say I been getting paiddd.

A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah).

She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
Your b*tch ate my d*ck, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
Foreigns all in the garage
Remember my first menage (yeah)
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
No, I don’t got no sympathy (nah)
She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato).

A 100 shots, a hundred shots
How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shots?

You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop (ayy, get out, bro)
Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
They been waitin’ on this gangster s**t to drop (bulletproof)
Even them f*ck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
How many d*cks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
f*ck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
Your b*tch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
Came out with six b*tches (wet)
My uncle said that’s pimpin’
My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)
You lookin’ for your b*tch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
I told you f*ck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid a*s niggas, yeah)
Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks.

A 100 shots, a 100 shots
How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Yeah, it’s Dolph
How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shotsss?
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Young Dolph – 100 Shots (Bulletproof Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, it’s Dolph
Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
Six figure client, got no business in this area

[Verse 1]
If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother (goddamn)
We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother (that’s my dog)
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her (hey, what you need, lil’ mama?)
She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though)
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin’ good)
I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah)
Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang (gang)
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang (gang)
She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?
If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane (yeah, hey)
‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah)
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins)
They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
Young nigga stay focused (yeah)
But I really want to crash (damn)
Think about where you at (okay)
Then think about your past (alright)
Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah)
But I won’t change for shit (nah)
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways (yeah)
My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)

[Chorus]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)

[Verse 2]
She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
Foreigns all in the garage
Remember my first menage (yeah)
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
No, I don’t got no sympathy (nah)
She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato)

[Chorus]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

[Verse 3]
You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop (ayy, get out, bro)
Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
They been waitin’ on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof)
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
Your bitch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
Came out with six bitches (wet)
My uncle said that’s pimpin’
My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)
You lookin’ for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah)
Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)

[Chorus]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Yeah, it’s Dolph
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

Young Dolph – 100 Shots Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s Dolph
Hey bring me some Backwoods up outta there homie, and a cup of ice
And some rubber bands up outta there too homie, yeah
It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore
Six figure client got no business in this area

[Verse 1]
If it ain’t one thing it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother
We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
Everybody screaming gang gang gang
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains
If I ain’t in the bank then I’m on the plane
‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
Them pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall
Young nigga stay focused
But I really want to crash
Think about where you at
Then think about your past
Yeah I really came from shit
But I won’t change for shit
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways
My wrist say I been getting paid

[Refrain]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops
My role model used to get a hundred blocks
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob

[Verse 2]
She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars
My pinky ring extra large
Foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage
Yeah, Tori and Brittany
I’m shopping for diamonds at Tiffany’s
No, I don’t got no sympathy
She blew my whistle like a referee
Broke black nigga, remember me?
Until I found out that recipe
Started getting about ten a week
Finger on the trigger when I sleep
Yeah nigga, I rather you than me
Backseat, smoking good weed

[Refrain]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

[Verse 3]
You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop
Before you come through that back door you better knock
They been waiting on this gangster shit to drop
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million?
Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling
My niggas came from dealing
Fuck nigga get out your feelings
Your bitch gave me sexual healing
Guess who just walked in the building?
Came out with six bitches
My uncle said that’s pimpin’
My diamonds always hittin’
You looking for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’
I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen
Big rocks in my watch
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks

[Refrain]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Yeah, it’s Dolph
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

Young Scooter – Cook Up (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Young Scooter, yeah
Young Jeffery, yeah
You know what I’m sayin’?
I get it, I dig it, yeah
Let’s get it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, [?]
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
It’ll go up and down like push ups
Ten thou’ in each pot
That’s 40 thou’ to cook up (whip)
I got Falcons and Hawks
All my birds remixed up (remix)
Chris Tucker, money talks
Play with me, get hit up (count up)
All my diamonds lit up (woo!)
Eliantte, woo (water)
I just bought a helicopter, yacht and a coupe
It ain’t got no roof (nah)
I do what bosses do (check)
I got on special made Jordans, five thousand a shoe (jugg!)
I’ma keep them bands like a drummer, dawg (jugg!)
Gave the plug to my niggas, I don’t ball hog (hog)
Yeah I got a lot of haters, but fuck all y’all (fuck ’em)
Onyx, Magic and Follie’s, done fucked all y’all (Scooter!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, [?]
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’

The cook up, the cook up, the cook up
The cook up, the cook up, the cook
The cook up, the cook up, the cook up
The cook up, the cook up, the cook up, the cook
The cook up, the cook up, the cook
The cook up, the cook up, the cook up
You take you a pot, and you take you some folks
They cook up, they cook up, they cook up
Who cook it the best? (Slatt, slatt)
Who do it, may flush? (Do it, may flush)
Who [?]
Whose diamonds is flooded?
There go 12, flush (flush)
Escape out the sheriff bus (woo)
Young nigga gettin’ rich, that’s a must
No deodorant

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, [?]
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’

Section Boyz – Lock Arff (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know about lock arff?
Ayo likkle man
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Rifle a pop arff
‘Nough gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for the cyar
Bro got the sweets for the star
Man a rise and pop arff
Man’s champy get buss arff
That’s a shutdown lock arff
Man’s side road block arff
Man’ll knock your block arff
Bro took that top arff
There ain’t no time for no stop arffs
Mad brassiere get pop arff
Man a rise and pop arff
Fuck what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni’s coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
No rave tryna make papers
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes
But I see them haters hating
And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do road
I don’t need top up
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Everyting lock arff
Trap line pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal’s always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
Do it for my brother or mama
My white friend said that it’s pucker
Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
I ain’t into kissing, she could be a yucker
Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
In the trap with some young guns
Since young, been a wild bunch
Dum dums and shotgun
Big rack, she a hot one
Feds at the door, I’m on the third floor
Balcony, had to hop arff
Smoke ‘nough ganja like a Rasta
Phone kill like E. Honda
Bread more tryna make that butter
M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
Two shots from the dots, that’s dumb and dumber
High road get lock arff
Do it, then run arff
Hit it from the back, then I run arff
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I’m a shotta
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Man’ll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like semis and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man’s Timbs, my man tell a man what
Man’ll get everyting locked
Everyting locked, locked off
Movies, send a man in
T-house, send a man shop
Groupies send a man tings
Big acts send a man blocks
Two keys get a man robbed
Two keys get a man singed
2ps, chips in a box
Movies, clips, man watch
Doobies lit
Do by spit getting rocked
Man are real Don Dada
Old school like ragga
Man, I need them pounds and dollar
Run through green light, grasshopper
Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
Wan’ come get the room ram or the dagger
Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
When we do road, man haffi move proper
Everyting lit, every day lock arff
We getting lit, champagne pop arff
Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
Skank ting pop and them man runner
Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
Talk to the feds, got ‘nough man lock arff
Free TK, TY and RockOff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff

VI Seconds – Sirens Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s act a little
Let’s act a little
Red, let’s act a little

[Verse 1]
Trouble, let’s take a minute to get into it
Tune in to local news to an international incident
Reporters on the scene, all trying to get in the mix of it
Young Poseidon is running the crime syndicate
Yeah, outlaw who could really do without laws
Who choose to move without your rules, I’m out [?]
He who walks the line between hero and villain
Born with the flyest of styles and the wilest of writtens, yeah
Glass shatterer, waving the middle finger
And I look good doing it, no batter can bring ’em
Toe tagger, hell bringer, bell ringer
Moving too slow for my pace, I’m a shell slinger
That means I lack in time to be standing in line with you niggas Pacing your movements and so I move you aside
See, I’m the fuckin’ cause of the damage to your cause
Take actions on my actions, I’m guilty as charged

[Hook]
Let’s act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
Act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
Act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
Act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear
This is how we do
Security, we got some niggas tryna burn out the club

[Verse 2]
I’m a grown man with some bad habits
And mad cabbage in my black baggage
I’m a damn savage, your broad on my man package
Tripping like she’s lifted off multiple hits of taps, acid
A smooth [?], making my spot as a new classic
Loose cannon, I suggest you invest in new glasses
Rootin’ and tootin’, this juice deuce blastin’ this
Problem and [?], you ain’t gotta ask me shit
I regret nothing, I act like I won’t fuck her
They say karma’s a bitch, that why I still fuck her
I get a rush from it all like Chris Tucker
And my attitude’s why your miss got her lips puckered
I’m that dude on the one-two’s with rawness
Headed to the top like male pattern baldness
I’m ready to pop and [?] that confetti drop
Every night bottle breakin’, [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Fuck the proper shit
Let’s act like in life there’s never been a consequence
With a drive like a cab dispatcher
Holding the world for ransom like a planetary kidnapper
I’m a disaster with armadas at my side
So fly, I can smack a whole fleet from the sky
Riding by with a fist clenched, and a bad grip
As soon as I touch down, your chick wanna sex Sixx
That’s it, I show up and conquer
On and off day, my essence [?]
Siren [?], fire department, the ambulance
Better arrive, ‘cuz you’re burn tryna stand a chance
More badass than Jovi’s second name
And I prove it ‘cuz I bang without a weapon aim
Without a set I claim and I’m still reppin’ my gang
The fuckin’ up [?], you think I was a flame