Young Dolph - 100 Shots lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It’s Dolph Hey bring me some Backwoods up outta there homie, and a cup of ice And some rubber bands up outta there too homie, yeah It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore Six figure client got no business in this area [Verse 1] If it ain’t one thing it’s a motherf**in’ ‘nother We trapped together than that’s my motherf**in’ brother I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from s**ers Nobu in Malibu was my last supper I f**ed her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker Everybody screaming gang gang gang Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang She said can she f** me with my diamond chains If I ain’t in the bank then I’m on the plane ‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball Them pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall Young n***a stay focused But I really want to crash Think about where you at Then think about your past Yeah I really came from sh** But I won’t change for sh** My b**h say I’m stuck in my ways My wrist say I been getting paid [Refrain] A hundred shots, a hundred shots Me and my n***as pull up in a hundred drops My role model used to get a hundred blocks Street n***as in a tuxedo, we the mob [Verse 2] She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars I got so high last night I did a show on Mars Your b**h ate my dick, I caught her on them bars My pinky ring extra large Foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage Yeah, Tori and Brittany I’m shopping for diamonds at Tiffany’s No, I don’t got no sympathy She blew my whistle like a referee Broke black n***a, remember me? Until I found out that recipe Started getting about ten a week Finger on the trigger when I sleep Yeah n***a, I rather you than me Backseat, smoking good weed [Refrain] A hundred shots, a hundred shots How the f** you miss a whole hundred shots? [Verse 3] You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop Before you come through that back door you better knock They been waiting on this gangster sh** to drop Even them f** n***as that wish I could be stopped How many dicks you s**ed to get that couple million? Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling My n***as came from dealing f** n***a get out your feelings Your b**h gave me s**ual healing Guess who just walked in the building? Came out with six b**hes My uncle said that’s pimpin’ My diamonds always hittin’ You looking for your b**h, she with me n***a, she ain’t missin’ I told you f** n***a stay out my way, but you didn’t listen Big rocks in my watch And we put extensions in all of the Glocks [Refrain] A hundred shots, a hundred shots How the f** you miss a whole hundred shots? Yeah, it’s Dolph How the f** you miss a whole hundred shots?