It's 100 Mad E

Pocket full of pesos, nachos and some queso. Federales got me at the border plotting on a Case though. All I got is cake though, tuna Or the Maaco. Hand over the safe or the Ruger to your face, hoe. All I do is flame throw, hottest in the Game flow. Niggas thinking not, either hating or Their brain slow. Two-faced Kano, niggas get the Fuego. Have you all burning in the desert, Call it Waco. Hit 'em with the Draco, Make 'em wear halos. Toss the heat, so the police ain't got a Clue, case closed. And you know that, My gat black, Kodak. My gold yellow Bodak with ice and you know That. Still counting O racks from old raps. And I got my old trap niggas still caking, Moving more packs. Listen, I can do it all, The modern day BoJack. 100 Mad Vets bring the heat, y'all so wack. It's 100 Mad and we coming fast. Gang shit in this bitch, got 'em running back. Hundred niggas getting bunned with 100 bags. Squeezing triggers, you don't want it with 100 Mad. Pockets filled, straight cheese, winning since like '18. Smoke so much fire, you would think a Nigga hate green. Boy, we like the A-Team, No funny, we ain't mean. Set you suckers trolling, have you folding through The damn screen. Soldier, we don't do lean, Bowed out the damn jeans. Don't play the violation or we out to make A damn scene. Damn fiends knocking at the door, But it's straight cream. Homie, we ain't cuffing Nobody, it's a straight theme. Get it off of OP, orchestra the OG. Fuck the law, put it in the raw like The bros Jeep. MBS, 100 Mad Vets, Took up the whole street. Plenty sets showing Respect, shout out the whole P. Move made the way back, been rapping since the ADAT. Straight fact, fake riders, we hate that, Straight wacks. Spray gats, stupid like a stray cat, Hate rats. Last week I saw like eight racks Placed on the placemat. Everybody say they the best until you gotta back It. I'm the top rapping, not from practice, it's God actions. I'm Bob Backlund mixed with The Rock In an Onyx jacket. You don't want drama in Any fashion, I get problematic. And last year we dropped a classic, shit shocked The masses. Put in labor to stretch these pussies Like they got contractions. The shotties clapping, knocking them back 'cause I Body bag 'em. A lot of gats, but Nina A smut, she pop the fastest. This is true excitement, who the nicest? Nice, you the nicest. Cake for the ring, I'm used to icing. The sneakers is shitting, the blue cheese due to Wiping. Them Balenciagas is scary, Man, them shoes is frightening. Look like Skechers, you mistook for a dresser. Me, I cook white and stretch a cocaine for Breakfast. It's 100 Mad and we coming fast. Gang shit in this bitch, got 'em running back. Hundred niggas getting bunned with 100 bags. Squeezing triggers, you don't want it with 100 Mad. Selling child, ain't no telling aloud. Punk clumsy, you slipped and fell in your mouth, Don't make a sound. Inhaler Loud, got my head in the clouds. But these toes got all 10 of them down, Embrace the ground. I play the mound like Sabathia. I made my rounds in the Maxima. I turn your town into Canada. It's cold in the air and we ain't going Nowhere, nigga, it's snow way where. That mean the traffic sucked up. I pull strings, that's Metallica. I was in the bing, but not Attica. I sing to Mother Africa. I had enough of niggas acting like they actually Tough. Nigga, my tapestry cut, I'm on the up. I'm not the one like play action. You thought it was run, but my eighth pass The shotgun, I'm in the slot, uh. I'm touching down on the prowl, this the Underground. 100 Mad niggas running wild, Nigga. It's 100 Mad and we coming fast. Gang shit in this bitch, got 'em running back. Hundred niggas getting bunned with 100 bags. Squeezing triggers, you don't want it with 100 Mad.