[Intro]
Diablo
A hundred, a hundred (a hundred)
Luciano
[Intro]
Diablo
A hundred, a hundred (a hundred)
Luciano
These niggas don't keep it a hundred
Ridin' 'round in that Kompresser with my lil bro Good Intent
[Chorus]
What, nigga keep it a hundred
That stick hold a hundred and nigga we run it
They don't keep it a hundred
Free smoke when my young nigga want it
In the field they be puntin'
They turnin' it over, we gettin' the money
They're only there when it's sunny
But we was there when it was rainin' and thunderin'
[Verse 1]
Used to trap in the dungeon
Used to sell white but I switched it to onion
Stood on all ten, I turned nothin' to somethin'
Man that top I was thuggin'
I'm rockin' for Vonny and rockin' for London
And free Steph Level
Used to stand outside all night lookin' for a come-up
Might grab your homie just for ransom
I'm on the block and the junkies say I'm lookin' handsome
Old school flip, no Samsung
Used to lose that bitch every time I was xanned up
Got plenty bitches in Atlanta
And I got bags on bags, nigga they call me Santa
We the gang, no bandana
We gon' pull up on your block and we gon' let off the hammer
Free the young niggas that's locked up all in the slammer
Your bitch give me head and I ain't talkin' dandruff
Young niggas come in with sticks and they gon' have manners
They gon' politely ask you for all your cash
[Chorus]
What, nigga keep it a hundred
That stick hold a hundred and nigga we run it
They don't keep it a hundred
Free smoke when my young nigga want it
In the field they be puntin'
They turnin' it over, we gettin' the money
They're only there when it's sunny
But we was there when it was rainin' and thunderin'
[Verse 2]
Real nigga I'm a savage
In the street it can get real tragic
I don't want no bitch with no baggage
Know some bitches callin' plays just like John Madden
Get your ass touched right by a savage
I'm movin' a fast car, I be swaggin'
Your bitch wan' come with a dragon
Ooh I'm a demon, a dragon, ooh
Aladdin, fly on these niggas, these niggas can't catch me
Ain't no cap in my drip, man this shit everlasting
Too many bitches, I don't want attachment
Chopstick kicking, it came with attachments
Oreo shit, got a white and a black tip
Talk down on the gang then we comin' to crack you
Pull up in a tint with the shooters in the back
I don't keep it a hundred, I keep it a stack
[Chorus]
What, nigga keep it a hundred
That stick hold a hundred and nigga we run it
They don't keep it a hundred
Free smoke when my young nigga want it
In the field they be puntin'
They turnin' it over, we gettin' the money
They're only there when it's sunny
But we was there when it was rainin' and thunderin
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