"100 Months" lyrics
Ayy 5love, keep this shit rollin'
Yo, yo (Shout out to that boy Cyrus, he prod' this, see what I'm sayin'?)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo (Brrt)
RL gang (Brrt, gang, brrt, gang, brrt, gang; woah)
What? Huh
I'm so 5love
I'm the type, load up the box every day
Put a bump stock on the Glock, tap his face
I'm pullin' dead people right out the bank
Hop in the splat, tryna wet it like Gusher
Spread the ho out, can't believe it ain't butter
That ain't my partner, he talk 'bout my brother
They cannot trust him, they working the other
Glock kit look like a fuckin' Transformer
Know every time 12 take the stick, get a new one
Prada havin' money
Straight out the bottom, I don't trust for nothin'
Got a 4-Nick cannon wit' a drum
Leave him in the creek, he OsamaSon
I ain't beat my meat in a hundred months
And, I got the racks, I could give you a lil' some'
And, I got the racks, bought my mom a lil' some'
She wan' have my son, I got too many sons
What come on the back of the stick?
That's the button
What come on the front of the stick?
That's the flash
Geeked up, do two-hundred, the 'cat do him bad
I bill at the block, my folks ask where I'm at
I'm wit' Lil' Hop Aht, put the "brr" on the yad
Put the "brr" on the yad
I'm so 5love
I'm the type, load up the box every day
Put a bump stock on the Glock, tap his face
I'm pullin' dead people right out the bank
Hop in the splat, tryna wet it like Gusher
Spread the ho out, can't believe it ain't butter
That ain't my partner, he talk 'bout my brother
They cannot trust him, they working the other
Glock kit look like a fuckin' Transformer
Know every time 12 take the stick, get a new one
Prada havin' money
Straight out the bottom, I don't trust for nothin'
Got a 4-Nick cannon wit' a drum
Leave him in the creek, he OsamaSon
I ain't beat my meat in a hundred months
And, I got the racks, I could give you a lil' some'
Yo, yo (Shout out to that boy Cyrus, he prod' this, see what I'm sayin'?)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo (Brrt)
RL gang (Brrt, gang, brrt, gang, brrt, gang; woah)
What? Huh
I'm so 5love
I'm the type, load up the box every day
Put a bump stock on the Glock, tap his face
I'm pullin' dead people right out the bank
Hop in the splat, tryna wet it like Gusher
Spread the ho out, can't believe it ain't butter
That ain't my partner, he talk 'bout my brother
They cannot trust him, they working the other
Glock kit look like a fuckin' Transformer
Know every time 12 take the stick, get a new one
Prada havin' money
Straight out the bottom, I don't trust for nothin'
Got a 4-Nick cannon wit' a drum
Leave him in the creek, he OsamaSon
I ain't beat my meat in a hundred months
And, I got the racks, I could give you a lil' some'
And, I got the racks, bought my mom a lil' some'
She wan' have my son, I got too many sons
What come on the back of the stick?
That's the button
What come on the front of the stick?
That's the flash
Geeked up, do two-hundred, the 'cat do him bad
I bill at the block, my folks ask where I'm at
I'm wit' Lil' Hop Aht, put the "brr" on the yad
Put the "brr" on the yad
I'm so 5love
I'm the type, load up the box every day
Put a bump stock on the Glock, tap his face
I'm pullin' dead people right out the bank
Hop in the splat, tryna wet it like Gusher
Spread the ho out, can't believe it ain't butter
That ain't my partner, he talk 'bout my brother
They cannot trust him, they working the other
Glock kit look like a fuckin' Transformer
Know every time 12 take the stick, get a new one
Prada havin' money
Straight out the bottom, I don't trust for nothin'
Got a 4-Nick cannon wit' a drum
Leave him in the creek, he OsamaSon
I ain't beat my meat in a hundred months
And, I got the racks, I could give you a lil' some'
