100 Shooters (feat. Meek Mill & Doe Boy)

Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
Yeah, The Wizrd, woo

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still a thing
Three choppers sittin' in the car, we playin' it real safe
Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere

Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside

Yeah, uh, 50 mill' buried in my safe, that's a graveyard
Fucked the bitch, seen her with her man, I had to play it off
DreamChasers we just like a label, we got A&Rs
Famous hoe, she threw me that pussy and I'ma slay her raw

Yeah, you are now welcome to the Player's Ball (You're welcome)
Whole lotta money lotta rich shit, yeah (Wow, wow)
Hundred shooters, I can get your clique hit (Wow, wow)
Get my dick suck in the Lambo while I stick shift
Big shit, baby, it's the big fish, only VVS' in my necklace and my wrist lit
I could wipe my ass with these hunnids, I'm the shit bitch
Shot up in her DM like James Harden, it went swish, swish
I'm sippin'

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still a thing
Three choppers sitin' in the car, we playin' it real safe
Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere

Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside

I've been gettin' richer and richer
Damn near piss on bitches
I've been thinkin' deeper and deeper
Kill the opps, fuck their sisters
Fuck the Catholics, send my Christians
Semi-automatic, I got vision

Diamond cuts and they princess, nigga
No rap cap, gave away Bentleys, nigga
Got a car for a watch, got a watch for a house
Semi-automatic Glock, get you block washed out
Bad bitch tried to rape me, tried to pull my cock out
I got murder money, so this shit can get hostile

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still a thing
Three choppers sitin' in the car, we playin' it real safe
Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere

Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside

Knowles Ave, they your clique come slide
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside (Brrr)
Yeah, all my bitches treat me just like God
I told her jump, bitch ask "How high?" (Oh, really?)

Opps said that I'ma die, I ain't dead
One in the head, put it right to your head, bitch (Brr, bah, bah)
Give a fuck about the feds, I ain't scared (No)
I ain't put down my gun, I ain't Craig (Boom, boom, boom)

Yeah, flexin' on the 'Gram then I'm slidin' in the DM
Only time Doe busy playing 'round is with your BM, uh
Got a 100 shooters parked outside
And they gon' kill you when you walk outside

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still a thing
Three choppers sitin' in the car, we playin' it real safe
Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere

Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside

Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside
Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside



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Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Cotrell Dennard, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer
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