"100 G-Packs" lyrics
They know, they know
Any young niggas wet as me
Is friends with this press machine
Feds found twenty keys in that trolly
Ten of them meant for me
Turn a baby to twins
I just gotta add some mix
Just linked my plug at the Ritz
Still got it on me in Sexy Fish
In jail I was known for mashes
Spent all morning locked in the showers
But they never found nothing
Fucked Ms Baker, I'm Mr [?]
Walked out the cell with a bloody face
Nobody really knows what happened
Put a tracker under the whip
I made the young G's grab him
Microwave or the stove
A hundred grams in Grandma's bowl
House block 1, cell 34
It's mad how I called that home
Gotta start flying bitches out
I ran through all these hoes
Park campus days, metal detectors
Flicky under my soles
How much times did I pebble a nine
And send that to London Road?
And I still don't need no help
You know I'll get rid of this load
All the Govs used to hate on me
I was wearing Versace robes
Fuck with me, then you fuck with bro
That's just how it goes
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
Date night with my habibti
Mini wap in a Dior bag
Paparazzi out the front
Leave out the back
If that yute tries getting rude, give him a exit wound
Used to search for fiends before I would get to school
If this phone gets obbo, don't try again
Return my call with a different name
Said she wanna see me preforming County Lines on stage
Smoking Cali, this ain't UK
Designer drugs, tryna numb the pain
He got PTSD from living 'round here
We made them relocate
If you ain't got more bread than me
Don't think about calling me little bro
I get devilish thoughts every time I bruck this smoke
Blew 10K on Ubers, got the receipts to show it
A Jewelers know my face, all of your diamonds stolen
How much times did I pebble a nine
And send that to London Road?
And I still don't need no help
You know I'll get rid of this load
All the Govs used to hate on me
I was wearing Versace robes
Fuck with me, then you fuck with bro
That's just how it goes
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
Any young niggas wet as me
Is friends with this press machine
Feds found twenty keys in that trolly
Ten of them meant for me
Turn a baby to twins
I just gotta add some mix
Just linked my plug at the Ritz
Still got it on me in Sexy Fish
In jail I was known for mashes
Spent all morning locked in the showers
But they never found nothing
Fucked Ms Baker, I'm Mr [?]
Walked out the cell with a bloody face
Nobody really knows what happened
Put a tracker under the whip
I made the young G's grab him
Microwave or the stove
A hundred grams in Grandma's bowl
House block 1, cell 34
It's mad how I called that home
Gotta start flying bitches out
I ran through all these hoes
Park campus days, metal detectors
Flicky under my soles
How much times did I pebble a nine
And send that to London Road?
And I still don't need no help
You know I'll get rid of this load
All the Govs used to hate on me
I was wearing Versace robes
Fuck with me, then you fuck with bro
That's just how it goes
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
Date night with my habibti
Mini wap in a Dior bag
Paparazzi out the front
Leave out the back
If that yute tries getting rude, give him a exit wound
Used to search for fiends before I would get to school
If this phone gets obbo, don't try again
Return my call with a different name
Said she wanna see me preforming County Lines on stage
Smoking Cali, this ain't UK
Designer drugs, tryna numb the pain
He got PTSD from living 'round here
We made them relocate
If you ain't got more bread than me
Don't think about calling me little bro
I get devilish thoughts every time I bruck this smoke
Blew 10K on Ubers, got the receipts to show it
A Jewelers know my face, all of your diamonds stolen
How much times did I pebble a nine
And send that to London Road?
And I still don't need no help
You know I'll get rid of this load
All the Govs used to hate on me
I was wearing Versace robes
Fuck with me, then you fuck with bro
That's just how it goes
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
A hundred G-packs in my spot
Got rid of all these wraps
If them man try beat at us
Then we beat it back
Of course that bitch got wet
I just pulled out a fifty stack
Watch the yola start to fry
Soon as I run the tap
