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  • Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    Broke *****, where your cake at? (God damn)
    Told her that I love her, I'm a j-cat
    When this blood shed, *****, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
    Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?
    Crest *****, real cut throat
    *****s dissing but they unknown
    Tryna find a thick ***** to **** on
    Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don't bust those (*****)
    You can find me where them thugs be
    ***** broke, you can't **** me (Can't **** me)
    MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
    We want funk, *****, **** peace, *****
    Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    *****, I done spent over 50 just to stay high
    *****, all my *****s pits, not no canines
    I don't give a **** about the ***** if she ain't mine
    Heard you *****s was hatin' through the grapevine
    *****, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
    Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
    *****, this a Glock 20. not no tre five
    And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
    I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
    AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy gun
    KelTec with the build like a shotty pump
    You *****s was a hundred deep, lil' bro was Hi-Techs
    Never answer when I call, delete 'em out my contacts
    Damn, this P-Lo bass serious as bomb threats
    How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract?
    Yeah, that **** sound good, but y'all talking non facts
    Naw that ain't this, ***** this is not that
    Not a dollar in they pocket, but these *****s got strap?
    Don't know where you lips been, *****, we cannot match
    All my *****s play their roles and I'm the ****ing top hat (*****)
    Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    *****, I could take your ***** in my bad clothes
    And ***** if I wasn't cuffed, I'd have mad hoes
    And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
    And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
    Who the **** these *****s think they is? Ain't got no bands
    *****, and it's Strictly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
    *****, and I never been that ***** that'll hold hands
    *****, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham
    And I'd still be that ***** if I wasn't famous
    Don't give a **** about your ***** or no reputation
    We all bleed, *****, jump and meet your expiration
    And I be smoking Berner packs, so I be hella faded
    And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man
    I'ma grow, and up a bag, long as my legs can
    ***** I ain't switching on the gang on my dead mans
    And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end
    Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
  • [00:11.039]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [00:13.507]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [00:15.871]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [00:18.237]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    [00:20.838]Broke *****, where your cake at? (God damn)
    [00:22.900]Told her that I love her, I'm a j-cat
    [00:25.106]When this blood shed, *****, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
    [00:27.517]Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?
    [00:29.985]Crest *****, real cut throat
    [00:33.125]*****s dissing but they unknown
    [00:35.208]Tryna find a thick ***** to **** on
    [00:37.441]Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don't bust those (*****)
    [00:39.804]You can find me where them thugs be
    [00:42.509]***** broke, you can't **** me (Can't **** me)
    [00:45.090]MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
    [00:47.670]We want funk, *****, **** peace, *****
    [00:50.255]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [00:52.638]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [00:55.049]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [00:57.300]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    [01:00.006]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [01:02.437]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [01:04.840]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [01:07.139]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    [01:09.240]*****, I done spent over 50 just to stay high
    [01:11.085]*****, all my *****s pits, not no canines
    [01:13.660]I don't give a **** about the ***** if she ain't mine
    [01:16.024]Heard you *****s was hatin' through the grapevine
    [01:18.520]*****, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
    [01:20.970]Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
    [01:23.766]*****, this a Glock 20. not no tre five
    [01:26.133]And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
    [01:28.725]I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
    [01:31.089]AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy gun
    [01:33.520]KelTec with the build like a shotty pump
    [01:36.073]You *****s was a hundred deep, lil' bro was Hi-Techs
    [01:38.461]Never answer when I call, delete 'em out my contacts
    [01:40.368]Damn, this P-Lo bass serious as bomb threats
    [01:42.876]How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract?
    [01:45.158]Yeah, that **** sound good, but y'all talking non facts
    [01:47.739]Naw that ain't this, ***** this is not that
    [01:50.209]Not a dollar in they pocket, but these *****s got strap?
    [01:52.538]Don't know where you lips been, *****, we cannot match
    [01:55.144]All my *****s play their roles and I'm the ****ing top hat (*****)
    [01:58.735]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [02:01.014]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [02:03.550]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [02:05.961]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    [02:08.421]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [02:10.917]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [02:13.300]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [02:15.817]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    [02:17.862]*****, I could take your ***** in my bad clothes
    [02:19.737]And ***** if I wasn't cuffed, I'd have mad hoes
    [02:22.471]And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
    [02:24.967]And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
    [02:27.501]Who the **** these *****s think they is? Ain't got no bands
    [02:29.581]*****, and it's Strictly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
    [02:31.928]*****, and I never been that ***** that'll hold hands
    [02:34.303]*****, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham
    [02:36.952]And I'd still be that ***** if I wasn't famous
    [02:39.512]Don't give a **** about your ***** or no reputation
    [02:41.964]We all bleed, *****, jump and meet your expiration
    [02:44.432]And I be smoking Berner packs, so I be hella faded
    [02:46.722]And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man
    [02:49.114]I'ma grow, and up a bag, long as my legs can
    [02:51.715]***** I ain't switching on the gang on my dead mans
    [02:54.183]And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end
    [02:57.604]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [02:59.903]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [03:02.295]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [03:04.738]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
    [03:07.234]Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
    [03:09.597]New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
    [03:12.113]Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
    [03:14.630]Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)