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100, i shute - starlito lyrics

[hook]
100 i shoot (4x)

[verse 1]
look i don’t dab, yeah i rap but b-tch i tote my own strap
p-ssy n-gg- wanted a feature, i never sent his song back
you ain’t a rapper, you a trapper, well ok go on trap
cuz we listened to your mixtape and every song wack
you can call it paranoia, i think every phone tapped
and these broads ain’t never loyal, i think every hoe’ll rat
or get off in her feelings and f-ck another n-gg- with a sack
or a broke n-gg- that need her to keep her self esteem intact
i got n-body to call if i ever need a stack
that’s what got me out there selling weed, 17 and strapped
i was still going to cl-ss, studio spending my last
(grind hard) fast forward i’m just recycling the paper
i had this b-tch out magic city, don’t know why she like when i tape her
i think she tried to hack my icloud and kim k & ray j me
i know some good girls i should’ve married but i’m too f-cking crazy
still trying to f-ck up your nearest dice game like “who got me faded?”
it’s lito

[hook]
100 i shoot (4x)
(that’s my last name. i’m talking bout 100 shots too, p-ssy -ss n-gg-.)

[verse 2]
i got a pocket full of hundreds, finna give it to my mama
told my accountant, look i promise i’m finna get this other comma
look lil n-gg- don’t make giggle, cuz you really don’t want no problems
you’ll get hit up make my hitta go commit another homi
hoe the feds got my lil homie, i saw ’em sitting in the lobby
at my hotel before a show, but he wasn’t with me and they ain’t bother me
i had a pistol, 15 stacks, and a eighth of drank in my front pocket
he got scooped up the next day, man i’m still thankful god got me
press rewind i almost died in oakcrest, me, elroy, and notty
i’m just glad my n-gg- lived, must i repeat yeah god got me
probably somewhere with a connect like a f-cking hotspot
either that or getting neck from a bopping thot pocket
pull off from prison in a porsche, my partner hopped out chopping up the profit
since he been gone i been grinding hard everyday, ain’t finna stop it
every day it’s steak and lobster, my filet served [?]
200 i straight? make it 200 i 6-8, aye drop it

[hook]
100 i shoot (4x)

[talking – jazzy coach[?]]
and i’m still working for nashville rappers. jay-z know me. he just done made more money than me. jay-z. shoutout, jazzy coach[?]. you remember, 1988, how we used to live. your life just done got a little better than mine. i work for nashville rappers, man. jay-z, you need to bring me that money; so i can help nashville rep. jay-z. bring me some money man. you know how we did in ’88. let’s do it in 2017-’18, jay-z!

[snippet from gucci mane’s “trap house”]
“i got too many vices/ i love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices”

- starlito lyrics

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