1Blocko - 100-0 (feat. ScaleBreakerBlo)

Yeah we running up the mother fucking score
Oops I mean pass me the mother fucking dope
Somebody just hit a lick with no ski mask
I can't even say it cause everybody know em
Yeah we hopped in a foreign with a foreign
Money coming down on a bitch like a storm
She see the blue hundreds now she want to make a porn
Might hit the Kodak and spread it down my arm
We gone
Serve a nigga with a broke clock yeah
Trapping everyday to make a profit
Walking round in hundred dollar socks yeah
Keep going hard I can't stop yeah
Pillow talking get your ass popped yeah
This some new sauce it ain't dropped yet
A hundred and 0 we ain't lost yet
A hundred and 0 we ain't lost yet
Riding down the Nat with my top back
You the type of nigga beat up your bitch
When you come to the block you ain't like that
I'm on so many Percs right now
That they whooping my ass and I can't even fight back
I'm putting dick in this hoe
I done jumped off the boat in the water and took off my life jacket
I smoke cigarettes I get money I guess that's my habit
I don't smoke crack but I smoke niggas
But it's all the same so I guess we both addicts
I don't wear no weird clothes nothing like them weirdos
White ones white tee dope boy the fashion
Nigga ever play on my name then we crashing
I ain't never steal cars I was always trapper
But my young nigga got a g-ride yeah the fast one
We gone (Blo Money)
Serve a nigga with a broke clock yeah trapping everyday to make a profit
Walking round in hundred dollar socks yeah
Keep going hard I can't stop yeah
Pillow talking get your ass popped yeah
This some new sauce it ain't dropped yet
A hundred and 0 we ain't lost yet
We gone
Serve a nigga with a broke clock yeah trapping everyday to make a profit
Walking round in hundred dollar socks yeah
Keep going hard I can't stop yeah
Pillow talking get your ass popped yeah
This some new sauce it ain't dropped yet
A hundred and 0 we ain't lost yet
Ckoo
I was at knockout trapping in my long Johns
Coming to the Nat boy you better know someone
Talking about he stepping he better have the right gun
Put down that gun we know you ain't gone hit none
We never ever let bygones be bygones
Swerving the block back when I had no license
Took off on niggas now I'm in the sky man
A hundred and 0 who is your coach
I brought my jewelry home it was mistaken for boats
Me and Blo they saying we goats
Push start leave them keys on the floor
Nigga say he want a 3.5 I don't know what the hell I gave him (Sorry Sir)
My bad jack, I left my double A they was sitting on the table (Excuse me)
We gone
Serve a nigga with a broke clock yeah trapping everyday to make a profit
Walking round in hundred dollar socks yeah
Keep going hard I can't stop yeah
Pillow talking get your ass popped yeah
This some new sauce it ain't dropped yet
A hundred and 0 we ain't lost yet

Written by:
Jamal Mincey

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