"100 Years" lyrics
MAF Teeski & Hurricane Wisdom Lyrics
You, ooh, ooh
Girl, I need you
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Thank you, Timmy boy)
Now I need you
Yeah, bae, I need you right here by my side
If they offer me a hundred years, is you gon' stay and ride?
Pull on your block, it's time to bounce out, leave a nigga fried
You know the memo, you can run, but you can't fuckin' hide
And when you run, boy, you better not trip
We got first-class flights to death, gave his ass a lift
Can't believe that fuck shit on my name, it's all lies and myths
If I'm in the club, ain't got my pipe, I'ma crack his head with this fifth
Right, tss, huh (Uh)
All I know is Gens (Woah)
I got .38s and .308s, don't be a sin
Ayy, huh, what's-his-name got put on Reddit, tryna be your friend, huh (Friend)
Then he left his man, huh (Man)
We put shit on top the stove, lil' boy, don't heat this pan (Pan)
I'm the type to make a pack explode, won't see that bitch again (Bah, bah, bah)
My reaper found a soul to reap on (Yeah)
Huh, tss (What?), I done made somethin' disappear (I did)
Huh, I can call up Drench and all I say is, "Yeah"
Yeah, bae, I need you right here by my side
If they offer me a hundred years, is you gon' stay and ride?
Pull on your block, it's time to bounce out, leave a nigga fried
You know the memo, you can run, but you can't fuckin' hide
And when you run, boy, you better not trip
We got first-class flights to death, gave his ass a lift
Can't believe that fuck shit on my name, it's all lies and myths
If I'm in the club, ain't got my pipe, I'ma crack his head with this fifth
You don't know about the struggle, I'm out here risk takin'
What you know 'bout fake love and niggas who be hatin'?
Caught a nigga down bad, left 'em fried bacon
It's all gon' make sense at the end, just gotta have patience
Murder after murder, I'm steady havin' bad talks with the devil
You just might get burnt or buried alive, yeah, pass me the shovel
Caught a nigga and right-hand mans, that's the two-for-one special
I'm the first rapper from my hood, no Soulja Boy, tell 'em
Yeah, bae, I need you right here by my side
If they offer me a hundred years, is you gon' stay and ride?
Pull on your block, it's time to bounce out, leave a nigga fried
You know the memo, you can run, but you can't fuckin' hide
And when you run, boy, you better not trip
We got first class flights to death, gave his ass a lift
Can't believe that fuck shit on my name, it's all lies and myths
If I'm in the club, ain't got my pipe, I'ma crack his head with this fifth
You, ooh, ooh
Girl, I need you
(This shit gon'—)
Girl, I need you
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Thank you, Timmy boy)
Now I need you
Yeah, bae, I need you right here by my side
If they offer me a hundred years, is you gon' stay and ride?
Pull on your block, it's time to bounce out, leave a nigga fried
You know the memo, you can run, but you can't fuckin' hide
And when you run, boy, you better not trip
We got first-class flights to death, gave his ass a lift
Can't believe that fuck shit on my name, it's all lies and myths
If I'm in the club, ain't got my pipe, I'ma crack his head with this fifth
Right, tss, huh (Uh)
All I know is Gens (Woah)
I got .38s and .308s, don't be a sin
Ayy, huh, what's-his-name got put on Reddit, tryna be your friend, huh (Friend)
Then he left his man, huh (Man)
We put shit on top the stove, lil' boy, don't heat this pan (Pan)
I'm the type to make a pack explode, won't see that bitch again (Bah, bah, bah)
My reaper found a soul to reap on (Yeah)
Huh, tss (What?), I done made somethin' disappear (I did)
Huh, I can call up Drench and all I say is, "Yeah"
Yeah, bae, I need you right here by my side
If they offer me a hundred years, is you gon' stay and ride?
Pull on your block, it's time to bounce out, leave a nigga fried
You know the memo, you can run, but you can't fuckin' hide
And when you run, boy, you better not trip
We got first-class flights to death, gave his ass a lift
Can't believe that fuck shit on my name, it's all lies and myths
If I'm in the club, ain't got my pipe, I'ma crack his head with this fifth
You don't know about the struggle, I'm out here risk takin'
What you know 'bout fake love and niggas who be hatin'?
Caught a nigga down bad, left 'em fried bacon
It's all gon' make sense at the end, just gotta have patience
Murder after murder, I'm steady havin' bad talks with the devil
You just might get burnt or buried alive, yeah, pass me the shovel
Caught a nigga and right-hand mans, that's the two-for-one special
I'm the first rapper from my hood, no Soulja Boy, tell 'em
Yeah, bae, I need you right here by my side
If they offer me a hundred years, is you gon' stay and ride?
Pull on your block, it's time to bounce out, leave a nigga fried
You know the memo, you can run, but you can't fuckin' hide
And when you run, boy, you better not trip
We got first class flights to death, gave his ass a lift
Can't believe that fuck shit on my name, it's all lies and myths
If I'm in the club, ain't got my pipe, I'ma crack his head with this fifth
You, ooh, ooh
Girl, I need you
(This shit gon'—)
