Triple Digits Lyrics

f*ck that shit I'm sending a blitz. Head shots never gon miss. Duffle bag nothing but chips. Before we rap we hit them licks. Tryna..make it shake wit niggas. Only want them figures. Ran it up and now my pockets bigger..yea..I can't fake this feeling. I don't need attention. I need triple digits..shit..run it up fast...get in yo bag..run it up fast...get in yo bag nigga..run it up fast...get in yo bag..run it up fast...get in yo bag nigga..

Sittin I'm inches....26s....got some hoes I wanna f*ck that's on my hit list...I might touch her just because she used to diss me...I can't love her cuz I feel in love wit Benji's...we gon shine that's just cuz we been through hard times...sleeping on my nigga sofa I ain't have a dime...been a hundred miles and running since we hit the ground. I can't f*ck wit silly bitches who can't stay in line...sicko wit this shit been dreaming bout it since a jit. Still want the lambo wit the tints I'm out on 45th. Been on my own shit dropped out of school to make it flip...I gotta own shit boy we been hustling ever since. Won't tolerate no disrespect I put that boy in check. Cuz when it's on Im coming at your mother f*cking neck. Better play yo cards right I'm quick to pull it out the deck. My niggas walk light need everything and nothing less Run it up fast....what what...get in yo bag..run it up fast...get in yo bag nigga..run it up fast...get in yo bag..run it up fast...get in yo bag nigga..

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