"100 Bail" lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Pow
Yeah
Go, go, go, go, go

Bought a whole pound, I'm finna smoke it all
I'm on my own shit, ain't worried 'bout y'all
On South, I'm still out there
And I'm rare, man, shorty, everybody know me
Goddamn, shorty got it good
And I'm on a paper chase, tryin' to get up out the hood
Rollin' up B's, throwin' up L's
Car full of o's and I get a hundred bail

On Pete
I got to eat, and I'm stingy, shorty, and my body hottest
Fake niggas mad, real niggas show me love
Think you gon' take some shit? Nigga, dare that, blood
This girl, she from West Coast
So bitches on my ass, what I need that for?
I'm on the paper chase, I love me some cash
And I'm kinda old school, but my niggas in the pass
Guns in the trunk, big Timbs on my feet
Every nigga get stomped
Car full of hoes, car full of o's
And I'm runnin' from the cops in a car full of blows
I'm a boss, you know how it be
Money in my lane, that's all I see
Never stop, I'm doing it all day
And my middle finger, shorty, give a fuck what y'all say

Bought a whole pound, I'm finna smoke it all
I'm on my own shit, ain't worried 'bout y'all
On South, I'm still out there
And I'm rare, man, shorty, everybody know me
Goddamn, shorty got it good
And I'm on a paper chase, tryin' to get up out the hood
Rollin' up B's, throwin' up L's
Car full of o's and I get a hundred bail