Yonka Boi - 100 lyrics

[ClicKlak] It's a problem with all of these n***as and all of these b**hes I put 'em in ditches Ridin' on 24 inches My b**h is so bad and she tell me her wishes I'm sweatin', i just left the kitchen Trunk full of dirty a** dishes Remember the days movin' the dope Chances i took for the riches Streets done took my n***a [?] Hope a k**er get took that's on god KPE, that my squad All we know is win, never took a lost Never been the type to put my hands together and try to pray Turn them bricks to birds Put wings on 'em Watch 'em fly away On my DJ Holiday Swerve Ds to the Js on a holiday Watch 'em boost the economy with quality, my policy My momma so proud of me Truth is never doubted me Real n***as surrounding me Won't never take the hood out of me Ayeeeee [Hook] My only problem is i keep it 100 My only problem is i keep it 100 Got a problem, ya i keep it on me We all eatin' but we still hungry You ain't ridin' with the brick n***a You ain't ridin' with the stick n***a You ain't tryin' to get rich n***a You ain't nothin' but a b**h n***a [Yonka Boi] I'm too honest Some say i'm an a**hole All i cares 'bout me, myself, and my cash flow All i do is smoke piff And i thrash hoes Droppin' bars for these n***as Think i won't spazz though Raised in these back streets Run the trap, no athletes Got k**ers in my back seat Lock and loaded to clap heat We ain't hard to find We in a hood near you Don't believe us Think about it, what you listening to n***as talk like you the best But all you missin' is proof Blood gang with me n***a They don't miss when they shoot It's 2015 and i would call it a takeover But we been runnin' this sh** I guess the breaks over [Hook] [Pablo Escabear] b**hes f**in' and s**in' They say they like how i'm thuggin' I beat it up like percussion Thuggin' all out in public n***as beefin' for fame My youngin's k**in' for nothin' Now that my pockets got chunky Can't keep these groupies up off me n***as know that i'm 'bout it Pull up and catch me a body I keep 'em O's but no Audi I keep 'em keys like a locket I ain't robbin' for profit I'm the plug and the socket Got Gucci, Fendi, and Prada Herion, reefer, and powder One respect in the power Nothin' else really matter I put the molly in capsules And hollow tips in my rifles Uzi sound like a rattle Movin' slow on the ladder All i know is to add up [Hook]