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100 round - eastside reup lyrics

[intro]
(meech, what it look like?)

[chorus: sada baby]
with that hundred*round, yeah
i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
say i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
on me got that turn around, i’ve been trappin’, you can’t turn around, yeah
i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
say i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
on me got that turn around, i’ve been trappin’, you can’t turn around
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[verse 1]
turn around, twenty in a trip (bands)
my b*tch gon’ stuff it all, i ain’t holdin’ sh*t
catch me posted on the six poured off a six
bro called my phone for a six, tell him come and get it
i done seen n*ggas snitch, that’s what come with it
tellin’ on his mans like the times still don’t come with it
if my n*gga got a play, tell him comе with it
i’m a quick flipper, chicken got me f*ckin’ two sistеrs
need a b*tch with her l’s that can hit that road
four*five on my side, it’d take your soul
the judge don’t want my family, see my face no more
i’m out here lookin’ like i ain’t even got no case no more
[verse 2: shredgang mone]
went on tour a month straight searchin’ for the cookie (uh*huh?)
d*mn near rolled trip next, b*tches sellin’ p*ssy (yeah)
had to switch the states, the feds was tryna book me (i’m gone)
glock got a hundred rounds and the chopper fully
i be trappin’ so hard, they throw the book at me
grindin’ so hard ’til a hundred in a book bag
so i can pull up on them n*ggas, make ’em look bad
boy, you never turned around nothin’, i would’ve took that (yeah)
and every verse i jump on be like cooked crack
n*ggas think because i rap, i don’t keep the strap (stupid)
ayy, just know a hundred round on it (ayy)
if the prices too high, pull a hundred round on it (hold up)

[verse 3: sada baby & eastside reup]
break it down, i’ve been trappin’ with that motherf*ckin’ rocket
rocket pie skuba steve, auto chopper hit the lotto
i’m a junkie, i don’t pop no bottles, lean in my boffee cup
chalk him up, that’s a loss, lame n*gga, don’t talk to us
rifle toss him up, b*tch, that’s blood that n*gga coughin’ up
n*ggas copy, yeah, start an argument, also yeah
big boss man, big buddha, n*gga, don’t woop
skuba goku, beat a n*gga ’til his fro blue
makin’ plays too, baseball bat, babe ruth
2k2, me and tooda, f*ck steph and klay
jazzy jeff a snake n*gga quick, jesus, let us pray
last supper, this the end of his days (ayy), b*tch n*gga, say grace, huh
[verse 4: eastside reup]
i’ve been workin’, keep a thirty round on me, couple thou’ on me
still doin’ turnarounds, don’t make your b*tch hold it down for me
she gon’ drive for me
call them boys, if i have a problem, they gon’ ride for me
hit the stand, tell a lie for me, k!ll or die for me
rerock, this that drop money, hit*your*block money
turn around in your town for it, ain’t no deal on it
hundred thousand off in cash, n*gga, would you k!ll for it? h*ll yeah (h*ll yeah)
the only thing scare me is the bands
told the b*tches i’ma keep on trappin’ until i’m dead
we get into it ’round here, f*ck what another n*gga sayin’
hundred rounds in that chopper, put a hundred on his head, n*gga

[chorus: sada baby]
with that hundred*round, yeah
i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
say i’ve been travelin’ out a hundred round
on me got that turn around, i’ve been trappin’, you can’t turn around, yeah
i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
yeah, i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
i’ve been travelin’ with a hundred round
on me got that turn around, i’ve been trappin’, you can’t turn around, yeah

- eastside reup lyrics

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