Future - 100 shooters
Overige artiesten: Meek mill Doe boy

(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, The Wizzard,
Woo

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million 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 hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

Yeah, uh, fifty mil' buried in my safe, that's a graveyard
Fucked the bitch, seen her with her man, I had to play it off
Dreamchasers with 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 lottery shit, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Hundred shooters, I can get your clique hit (whoa, whoa)
Get my dick suck in the Lambo while I stick shit
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 dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million 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 hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside


I've been gettin' richer and richer
Damn near piss on bitches
I've been thinking real vindictive
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
Send my 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 dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million 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 (yeah yeah)

Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

Nose out Then your clique come slide
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Yeah, all my bitches treat me just like God
I told 'em jump bitch ask how high? (Oh really?) Yeah
Opps said that I'm a die, I ain't dead
One in the head, put it right to your head, bitch
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, dissin' on the 'Gram then I'm slidin' in his DM
Only time Doe busy playing 'round is with your BM, uh
Got a hundred shooters parked outside
And they gon' kill you when you walk outside (oh really?

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million 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 hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)

Writers: Nayvadius Wilburn , Robert Rihmeek Williams , Kevin Gomringer , Tim Gomringer , Isam Mostafa , Brytavious Chambers

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Warner Chappell Music , Inc. , ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING

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