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Hundred got the city, yeah yeah
Woo, yeah
Hey

down, tomahawk tops off
Hundred cars got the blocked off
Try and catch me slippin', but I never
Pocket rockets
We could let 'em off,
down, tomahawk tops off
Hundred got the city blocked off
Try and catch me slippin', but I never
Pocket rockets, we let 'em off, yeah

You want no war
Boy you get
that shit like 50 but I hit like Floyd
Niggas up in
I just the void
Black hoodie, grim
Watch me kill the
Panic view, and that Panamera blue
the button
See the super sport and zoomin'
fire to fuel, man, they just live illusions
They get no bread, dog
can't have no gluten
Me no me no cap, boy
Tryna get like me and you're back, boy
Hundred of them, of them
Money like MJ the way that it
Swear that these niggas want me to win
Feel like this season, I'm again

Drop down, tops off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never (Yeah)
Pocket rockets poppin', we let 'em off (Yeah)
down, tomahawk tops off (Yeah)
Hundred got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never (Yeah)
Pocket rockets, we let 'em off (Yeah)

I don't what the
Fuck you put in shit man
I swear to God some
Whole outer space
I'm high,
Man I'm tryna land motherfucker
Boy I'm as fuck
I know call you rocket ship
And all that shit, but,

Back with that resurrect, you overslept
Way that I regulate, feel like I never
LA I represent, that bag
Ooh, with the
Baby girl don't smoke
Lookin' for snow, like Everest
the tone, swear that they phony
Post fake 'cause I never been
I hear you talkin', if it's a
Know that with me, you won't it
Livin' the life of an
Walk in this bitch a giant
Ball like I ain't got no
a hole you can't climb out
Cash, niggas is hypebeasts
They livin' on IG
My main was never a (No)
Got her the 'Rari and
Hit the button, the dash lift (Smashin')
me up so I don't crash this

Drop down, tomahawk off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city off (Yeah)
Try and me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
rockets poppin', we could let 'em off (Yeah)
Drop down, tops off (Yeah)
cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never (Yeah)
Pocket rockets, we let 'em off (Yeah)