Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – 100 Rounds Lyrics

100 Rounds Lyrics – Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
Bitch, and if you don’t, you better know, huh

My momma put it in my head, I can’t get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can’t die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I’m in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin’ poles
I’m tryna make sure they strong
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin’ up (So we risin’ up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain’t no slidin’, when we walk behind, we right in there
Pass the torch to my lil’ niggas, we high as fuck
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin’, talkin’, we chalk ’em up
Old school in a old-school, we”ll light it up
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we fuck it up
Look, we gon’ bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit’ a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knock the projects down
I don’t do no talkin’, I don’t do no runnin’ bitch
Talkin’ safe then sound
Four deep, we been blockin’ round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
Two fifty on the ease, li’ nigga
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, li’ nigga
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga
Always been down for that drill, my nigga
Been a fish in that water, a shark in that field
Uptown nigga, where it’s kill or be killed
Been known to kill, just a big money spender
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga
Poppin’ the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga
Been in the pen, nigga, we real deal, nigga
Hold on focused but can’t stay off pills
All he know is kill kill
Face too known, I’ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin’ that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach need another car
Ain’t drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my fuckin’ year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
‘Cause the one I’m with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with buku felons
For that charge can’t minimize that time
Rolls Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I’m on West Town
Two hundred for that Patek, I’m timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin’
Styrofoam flow, I’m a sip on dope
Cussed out from my OG that’s kindness
Stymilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch I got plenty bodies

Yeah, this pimpin’ hour pimpin’
Top, Stunna Man
You know miles man, beezy
B.R and N.O
From the bayou