they ain't 100 (remix)

Singer:fredo

fuck them i don't know them

they ain't 100

in my german car drop a big pack on my young don

ah

in the trap i make mad stacks of 1 number

when you're at the pop you can lose it all off one fuck up

fuck them i don't know them

they ain't 100

all up on your crop half

fuck her yard don ah

fuck them i don't know them

they ain't 100!

strapped up

strap grips nigga that's margiela!

hoppin out the spaceship

swagger's on 80

probably fucked your misses in a uber so it's 5-star rated

probably in givenchys

swaggers out a gyal that's 5-star rated

probably haven't brekky out a mission

lean that's 5-star rated

drop the plug

we'll run it back

in the sudan tight bags

have fredo run it back

it's a sket that suck me on the mac

high road on freemason

bitch the baddest cause she blaze it

she jump wavin

probably hold a pack in the ass

chef whippin up a german

trap game i had to learn it

fuck a opp boy

i'm coppin burners

scummy nigga from the southside

but i found a plug and got the earnin

i don't trust a soul

i don't trust your soul

i don't trust them boy

they vermin

in and out of blocks

in and out of blocks

in and out the german servin

in and out the kitchen on and off the stove

wrists movin like a whirlwind

fuck a rapper

i'll spin the coup round

spin the mac and make your world spin

little torment had no respect from day

there was nothin they could tell him

kway kway that white gyal with me

and i got my badders gyal with me

nice breasts

she spend your whole stack

it's nothin

she just wanna rule the world with me

i ain't round and make my tail with me

and keep a strap full of bells round me

just in case somebody try to get rowdy

i don't fire use my gun

'low me

'low me 'low me i don't want a 30

plus the washers foul with the dirty

amne' buddy they can smell it on me

i don't sell food

it sell itself for me

niggas corny

buyin hoes shoes

i buy loubs

buy buy some straps too

this what happens when the realest niggas from the city

niggas make a rap tune

young niggas gettin street money til they lock me

i got a white gyal with a big back

she talks cockney

they see the kid and they skate out

it's not hockey

keep the dots in the gym bag

true it's stocky

we keep the hammers in the duffle

so run your mouth and you in trouble

my doggy rollin with the muzzle

we gotta keep this shit 100

probably got us on the obbo

they addin pieces to the puzzle

hit the trap and make it double

cuh nobody promised tomorrow

call the plug yea

i call the plug and i tell him what's up

get the pack and get it gone

i told them niggas i'm the one

all them bitches gonna come

i told them niggas get the funds

cause everybody wanna win and everybody wanna eat

tell everybody in the slums i'm

i'm the type to skip the drama

burnin bridges like i'm lava

hit the strip or hit the corner

runnin off some marijuana

runnin speeches like obama

ring your bitch she

show the nigga why she lost it

all the food

the nigga starvin

smokin weed for merely money

fuck that groupie if she borin

whip

whip whip whip til it's hurtin

skatin round in the foreign joint

this shit german

i got white boys

i got polishes

i got turkish

they phone the phone i got my arab ting

man she persian

plug threw me a pack and served it

i got clientele

man they purchase

runnin through the 100s

trap jumpin for the whole week

a 1000 grams

man that's a whole key

28

that's an oz

no one told me i had to get a pack

gon' get that money

i can hold my own t

i was slippin out

now imma take a trip to harrods

imma keep it lowkey

i seen a bad bitch and she a hottie

plug drop me bricks

i think i'm john gotti

think i'm john gotti

i smoke that weed

i don't pop molly

i heard the popo are after me

you got them 9s and half a piece

fuck them i don't know them

they ain't 100

ot for like couple months

talkin 1 supper

fuck tings i don't cuff tings

not 1 lover

it was me and bro in that fuckin alley

it's the fuckin gutter

fuck them i don't know them

they ain't 100

in my german car drop a big pack on my young don

ah

in the trap i make mad stacks of 1 number

when your at the pop you can lose it all off one fuck up