Young Dolph – 100 Shots

[Verse 1]
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang (gang)
I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
Yeah, it’s Dolph
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Think about where you at (okay)
Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)

I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)
And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)
My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)

Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato)

She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
But I won’t change for shit (nah)
Then think about your past (alright)
But I really want to crash (damn)
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
They been waitin’ on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof)
My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
Young nigga stay focused (yeah)
Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah)
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother (that’s my dog)
[Verse 2]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
Yeah, it’s Dolph
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin’ good)
I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah)
Remember my first menage (yeah)
My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
Six figure client, got no business in this area
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though)
Foreigns all in the garage
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her (hey, what you need, lil’ mama?)
If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane (yeah, hey)
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins)

Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways (yeah)
My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah)
No, I don’t got no sympathy (nah)
You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop (ayy, get out, bro)

‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah)
She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)
My uncle said that’s pimpin’

She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother (goddamn)
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
Came out with six bitches (wet)
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
[Verse 3]
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
You lookin’ for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang (gang)
It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)
Your bitch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)