100 Shots [explicit] Lyrics - Young Dolph

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 

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 

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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 

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 

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A hundred shots, a hundred shots 

How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots? 

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 

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?