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100 shots later - yb nemy lyrics

[intro: yb nemy]
lxgendary—turn me the f*ck up
ayy, this that murder music, b*tch
yb nemy, i ain’t sparin’ nothin’, f*ck you talkin’ bout?
hundred shots later, ain’t sh*t changed
still smokin’ your dead*ass brother, p*ssy
grrah! boom, boom, boom, b*tch!

[verse 1: yb nemy]
hundred shots later, i’m still breathin’, still bangin’
opps tried to catch me slippin’, now they moms still prayin’
f*ck the other side, they got hit and ain’t say sh*t
put that switch to his brain, made his thoughts do a lane switch (boom!)
i ain’t hidin’, b*tch, i’m outside with that steel
every glock got a drum, i don’t shoot for the thrill
put a b*tch in the dirt for actin’ like he real
if i said it in a verse, then i meant that k!ll (facts!)
n*ggas cappin’ like they did somethin’, that’s a joke
you ain’t never had to clean your lil’ bro off the floor
you ain’t nevеr spent the night tryna up that score
a hundrеd shots in the whip, we gon’ even the war (p*ssy!)
f*ck a truce, b*tch, i’m itchin’ for a manhunt
talkin’ all that rah*rah, got his d*mn fam crushed
we don’t talk on phones, we just pull up and bust
catch him lackin’ with his b*tch, put ’em both in the dust (brrt!)
[chorus: yb nemy]
hundred shots later, ain’t a d*mn thing sweet
got blood on my shoes and my glock off beat
you was tough online, now your face on a tee
talkin’ all that gangsta sh*t, now he rest in peace (boom!)
hundred shots later, still ridin’ with a pole
still slidin’ with a mask, heart black like coal
still yellin’ “f*ck the opps,” b*tch, i’m outta control
he got hit in his spine, now he limp when he stroll (grrah!)

[verse 2: yb nemy]
hundred shots later, still screamin’ out “who next?”
put a tag on his toe like i’m sendin’ out a text
heard he got dropped? b*tch, we spinnin’ back to flex
put a drum to his chest, now he sound like a mess (blah!)
f*ck rap beef, i want blood on my plate
i don’t beef through songs, i just up and erase
ain’t no pass in the field, we don’t spare no snakes
i don’t care who he with, they can all get baked (p*ssy!)
i was thirteen thuggin’, tryna blow off heads
now i’m up in this booth screamin’ f*ck yo’ dead
all props in the vid but the pain still bled
i got demons in my soul that want all y’all dead (boom, boom!)
he was postin’ all them guns, now he part of the pack
heard his mom at the grave, cryin’ loud in the back
this that f*ck*your*feelings rap, we don’t fold, we attack
hundred shots later, i still want that back! (grrah!)
[chorus: yb nemy]
hundred shots later, ain’t a d*mn thing sweet
got blood on my shoes and my glock off beat
you was tough online, now your face on a tee
talkin’ all that gangsta sh*t, now he rest in peace (boom!)
hundred shots later, still ridin’ with a pole
still slidin’ with a mask, heart black like coal
still yellin’ “f*ck the opps,” b*tch, i’m outta control
he got hit in his spine, now he limp when he stroll (grrah!)

[outro: yb nemy]
yeah, hundred shots, b*tch, and i still ain’t satisfied
lxgendary on the beat, and i’m out for blood
yb nemy, ain’t no peace after midnight, ho
f*ck the other side
fake sh*t, fake guns, fake opps
all y’all still dead though—b*tch!

- yb nemy lyrics

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