100 Years In The Duffle - Smoke DZA, Jayy Grams, Slayter

Really

Turn me up some

Turn the music up

Yeah

Uh

Narcotics, whole lotta heat like Dragić

I’m in the streets like for real, you blog it

I put a bag on your head like a hostage

'Bout it (Uh), hate a grown man that gossip (Uh)

Givin' my old swag, they gon' jock it

I left that in 2012 with phone 'posits

Put the Bugatti frames on my eyelids (Woo)

Playa nigga, no polish (Woo)

A box is mean, no mileage

Should hold it down in my knowledge (Uh)

Real ones move in silence

Lucid dreams, back with my

G from the pilot

His TP, owe me a solid

Scoop my young joints from a college

Her and her girlfriend lit (And her girlfriend lit), I let 'em both split the

pole

I told you bad luck don’t exist (Bad luck don’t exist)

I made enough off the flip (Uh)

You got fucked off the bricks (Uh)

Off point chasin' pussy (Really)

Nigga, I

the bitch

Power of the flower (Uh)

Value of the dollar

Loyalty kept me in situations

Common sense she took me out of

My cousin made a mill off Arizona

Back in the 90s Chucks was Eddie Bauer

I’m talkin' pre-9/11, before the planes hit the towers

I get the bread and break it with my people

I’m high in the bitch, just look at my pupils

My young nigga beat you, I let him abuse you

These niggas is little bitches like they poodles

came from Ramen noodles

I be outside, you at home watchin' Hulu

For fifty blue hunnids my young nigga’ll shoot you

If you gettin' money I gotta salute you

There’s a lot of aroma, no college diploma

Packs from Arizona, we brothers like zoners

Just hit your bitch, caught the neck, that’s a bonus

Yeah, that bitch bad on the 'gram, but she homeless

Bracin' that Nissan, ballin' like Keyshawn

I hit the bitch and I throw her the peace sign

Fiends always hit me whenever they need some

I told her to hit up a friend for that threesome (Lord)

Pull up to the check, it’s nothin' on my neck

AB in my sweats (Cash), I don’t want nothin' but a check

Harlem nigga, what the fuck did you expect?

(Got me)

Big horses on my chest (Pop), pop champagne corks all in the vest (Shit)

I’m from the side of town where niggas ride around, make you a mural if you flex

We don’t do the disrespect (Nuh-uh)

Don’t give a fuck who was in your set

Shooters at your neck, blues give me a check (Bandits)

Got that '92

Kobe vest under

I’ma keep gettin' this loaf 'til next summer

Just like I did last winter 'cause I’m that nigga (Ah)

Trap nigga turned rap nigga (Facts)

And I passed on shorty, got her friend 'cause her ass bigger

(Yeah, Lord)

Cash getter, he put together the play like a coach

I’m the hitter in CMG with the thang in the coat

Oh, you pickin' your favorite, I’ll make an arrangement with the coach

She said she could swallow the whole thing and then she choke, woah (Uh)

The hardest

findin' me is harder than findin' Nemo

Now all the trolls tryna clock me like Chino

nigga, get a brick like he Deebo

I’ma pull up in all black, I ain’t emo

Your man’s a fiend, he could sniff a whole kilo

But I ain’t trippin'

Work was unreal, now that’s science fiction

They ain’t even realized that the guy was missin'

Alchemist totin' full metal, aye, go get the shovel, I’m through being mellow

with you

Nigga, you dance and your broadie upstairs so I guess they gon' meet up in

Heaven with you

Have a issue, got a calculater

You a dark knight, then I’ma douse you later

Old games, yo, without the SEGA

I need 5 G’s like I got the data

Yeah, yeah, bitch