"100 Miles" lyrics
(feat. Aitch)
Makk, Makk, Makk, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Makk
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
SVR swerving through the lane
Play your role or sit on the bench
If not, then I'll crop guys out of the frame
I've took Ls and it made me change
I'm in it to win it, they're in it for fame
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, no time for delays
No time for delays, no time for a stop
If they slam this vehicle, it'll all go wrong, slap shots
But you already know what I'm on outside
Not in, I don't care if it's hot
Get it in, get it in, get out and gone
My life changed, now I'm making songs
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, never took too long
We've got hammers galore at ready
Spoilt for choice, I don't know what to choose
Pissed me off and it fucked my mood
I need laces with some brand new shoes
Made a few calls, turned one into two
Two into four, and four into more
I made kitchen and then made some more
Let me in and I ran through the door
Kick, should've kicked this cup but I can't
Lit, but I still got it tucked in my shirt
I sip pain 'cause my life hurts
Get hit with the bind of the metal insert
There's a gunman badge on the left of my shirt
When it's that time, my hand's up first
Talking the hardest but he's a nerd
All you heard was pap and a tire skirt
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
SVR swerving through the lane
Play your role or sit on the bench
If not, then I'll crop guys out of the frame
I've took Ls and it made me change
I'm in it to win it, they're in it for fame
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, no time for delays
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
Put way over a hundred miles on the map
I don't give a fuck how rich I get
I'll run over a hundred miles for a stack
Blew the back out the SVR
I'ma need new tires on that
Seventy thousand miles in a Maybach truck
Man done it with style and class
Told bro we don't need no maps, shit
I know this route like the back of my hand
Make a play, go add to the stack
Get packing my bag, now I'm back in the sand
I used to spray on the set
Now the YG spray up your chest, get Paco Rabanne
I stack my money a hundred miles
And I just put paper back in my plan
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
SVR swerving through the lane
Play your role or sit on the bench
If not, then I'll crop guys out of the frame
I've took Ls and it made me change
I'm in it to win it, they're in it for fame
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, no time for delays
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
Uh, uh, uh
Makk
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
SVR swerving through the lane
Play your role or sit on the bench
If not, then I'll crop guys out of the frame
I've took Ls and it made me change
I'm in it to win it, they're in it for fame
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, no time for delays
No time for delays, no time for a stop
If they slam this vehicle, it'll all go wrong, slap shots
But you already know what I'm on outside
Not in, I don't care if it's hot
Get it in, get it in, get out and gone
My life changed, now I'm making songs
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, never took too long
We've got hammers galore at ready
Spoilt for choice, I don't know what to choose
Pissed me off and it fucked my mood
I need laces with some brand new shoes
Made a few calls, turned one into two
Two into four, and four into more
I made kitchen and then made some more
Let me in and I ran through the door
Kick, should've kicked this cup but I can't
Lit, but I still got it tucked in my shirt
I sip pain 'cause my life hurts
Get hit with the bind of the metal insert
There's a gunman badge on the left of my shirt
When it's that time, my hand's up first
Talking the hardest but he's a nerd
All you heard was pap and a tire skirt
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
SVR swerving through the lane
Play your role or sit on the bench
If not, then I'll crop guys out of the frame
I've took Ls and it made me change
I'm in it to win it, they're in it for fame
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, no time for delays
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
Put way over a hundred miles on the map
I don't give a fuck how rich I get
I'll run over a hundred miles for a stack
Blew the back out the SVR
I'ma need new tires on that
Seventy thousand miles in a Maybach truck
Man done it with style and class
Told bro we don't need no maps, shit
I know this route like the back of my hand
Make a play, go add to the stack
Get packing my bag, now I'm back in the sand
I used to spray on the set
Now the YG spray up your chest, get Paco Rabanne
I stack my money a hundred miles
And I just put paper back in my plan
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
SVR swerving through the lane
Play your role or sit on the bench
If not, then I'll crop guys out of the frame
I've took Ls and it made me change
I'm in it to win it, they're in it for fame
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
En route to the bag, no time for delays
There's over a hundred miles on the dash
