Lyrics Fredo – They Ain’t 100
Text:
Fuck them, I don’t know, them they ain’t 100
In my German car drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap I make mad stacks off one number
When your at the pot you can lose it all on one fuck up
On the Harrow Road and I’m driving slow with one ucker
When I tell her suck she don’t say much not one stutter
My nigga Sav poked a lot of yutes with one cutter
Feds kicked it in got my niggas yard on the front cover
Free’em, man’s really out’ere in the deep end
My Louboutin shoes are on season
Used to trap all night it was freezing
This Samsung keeps on beating
The Shard is where I’m sleeping
Some steak is what I’m eating
I’m in Gaucho’s with the G’s them
I put six bags on my left wrist
Put my brother Dotz on my necklace
Got my brothers locked on some next shit
Got a raw box then I press it
They talk it, I live it
Gotta call for the four in the midget
So I flew round to the kitchen
I got a few ounce by the biscuits
Young niggas getting street money till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back she talks cockney
They see the kid and they skate out its not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag true its stocky
Whip, whip whip then I’m serving
Skating round in a foreign car it straight German
Gotta a bad bitch with a big back she likes twerking
He threw me a bird and I jacked him
Me and him ain’t squared till I burst him
I dice packs and I drop packs on the workman
I got stacks that’s for certains
I miss Dotz bro I’m hurting
I’m with Mouth bro we’re lurking
I just buy straps I don’t reason
Cos’ my man thinks we’re beefin’
But when I slide round I don’t see him
Or he’s breezin’ like a athlete
The whole squad know I back beef
Treat restaurants like they Mcd’s
Taught my young boy how to stack p’s
I came off of a crack fiend
Throwing this paper no littering
Age 15 I was bit’n’win
I’m eating in Gaucho’s your getting slim
I need two scales when I get it in
Cooked two Z’s in ten minutes
Gotta trap spot I’m renting it
Just cling and carbs no beds in it
And I’m out the door if a feds in it
Done alotta shit I ain’t regretting it
I get the raw and I’m extending it
If the quotes hard then I’m blending it
I don’t know nothing ’bout no benefits
Young niggas getting street money till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back she talks cockney
They see the kid and they skate out its not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag true its stocky
Fuck them I don’t know them they ain’t 100
In my German car drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap I make mad stacks off one number
When your at the pot you can lose it all on one fuck up
