Correction Lyrics 100 or Better by Stunna 4 Vegas

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4X, 4X
4 Way, you get this sh*t the Glo way
Grrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, brrt
B*t*h, free Glo (I got 20 on my beat)

Yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (A hundred)
I'm f**kin’ that ho when I met her, uh (Thot)
Slime send that pack out like a letter
Bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (Brrt)
He say he gon' rob me, never (Nope)
Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang)
You and your n***as get hit wherever (Come here)
Think I'm cappin’, lil' n***a, just send a tester (Get him out of here)

What's up with that woofin' on Instagram? (Woof)
My lil' n***as spin nonstop like a ceiling fan (Gang)
Rap about it, that ain't how you living, fam (You not)
These n***as p*ss poor, they just need a helping hand (Hah)
Big 4X, too slime, f**k around and go hit a fan
I hit her like I just came home from the can
We ride with them drums, marching band
Know we clean up your block like the garbage man
These n***as hate 'cause I'm up now (Huh?)
What the f**k? (F**k) I just started, man (Uh)
We sparkin’ fire on the first n***a play with this sh*t (You)
Better not get us started, man (Pu**y)
He say we dumb, we retarded, man
We ride around with Dracos and carbons, man (Retarded)
Glocks with thirties that got hollows in
Them young n***as walk around like army men (Uh, uh)
20 on the beat, I put twenty racks on you and your whole crew (B*t*h)
I was gon’ blow, I told you
N***a think my n***as ain't on go, let me show you
Hah, that lil’ n***a lyin' on Pro Tools (Cap)
I collect cash, tollbooth (Racks)
You the type n***a tell 12 the whole truth
Play, I cook a n***a like soul food
Yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (A hundred)
I'm f**kin' that ho when I met her, uh (Thot)
Slime send that pack out like a letter
Bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (Hah)
He say he gon’ rob me, never (Nope)
Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang)
You and your n***as get hit wherever
Think I'm cappin', lil' n***a, just send a tester

Had a shootout yesterday, I shot 'bout a hundred (A shootout)
Them bullets hit his head just like a bonnet
I blindsided the n***a, he ain't see it coming (Blindside)
Marching band chopper 'cause I be drumming
We keep them sticks like blind n***as (Like blind n***as)
If he hiding out then we find n***as (We find n***as)
You think that I cap in my rhymes, n***a? (No cap, no cap)
Ten shots, I put a whole dime in 'em (A dime)
Yeah, big dawg, lil' b*t*h, I get too aggressive
007, get hit with supressors
I love toting Glocks, don't f**k with Beretta
And just like a wedgie, you know I'ma stretch you
Kill with a pa**ion (Killer)
Like a mummy, we be wrappin' (A mummy)
Like I'm Jackson, I like action (Action)
Round of applause, bullets clappin'
My jack got a beam, how the f**k I'ma miss you? (How I'ma miss?)
He dissin' the sauce, I'ma bring him the issue (Bring it to him)
Now I'm smokin' on this opp pack (Light that sh*t up)
Whack him, then put him in my swisher
Choppa, you crazy, you do it for real
They say I'm a psycho, I just wanna kill
The difference between me and you
I kill when I'm sober, you gon' need a pill
But don't get me wrong, I love them Perkies (I love 'em)
Throw his body in the oven just like a turkey (Heat him up)
I'm quick to burn a n***a just like some herpes
He was alive on the scene but he died up in surgery (He died)
These real n***a bars, you cannot feel it (Can't feel this sh*t)
Throw an opp in my way and I bet I'ma kill it
B*t*h, I'm a hustler, the pack, I'ma ship it (I'ma ship it)
Call me Osama Bin Laden 'cause I be tickin' (Boom)
B*t*h, No Love, yeah

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