100 Bars chords by Babytron

Key: G# Minor

♫ Intro:

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Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all

♫ Verse:
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One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA
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Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA
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Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA
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Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave
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Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters
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Six bars for twenty K, I just knocked out another feature
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Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce
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Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a  ball
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 B B, call them bastards, firе in the booth
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Ten out of ten timеs, can tell a liar from the truth
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It's eleven eleven, you better make a wish
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At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain't exist
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Catch me hoppin' out your bushes,
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it's Friday the 13th (We'll turn your block to Crystal Lake)
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Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip
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Cuddy just made fifteen in a day, he servin' in the sticks
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Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket
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The Glocky hold a seventeen today,
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I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public)
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If the eighteen wheeler make it back,
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just know I'm rubber band man, just like David Banner
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I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain't understand
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20/20 vision off the shrooms, I'm in Wonderland
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Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, twenty one
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Twenty two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck
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Twenty three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T
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Twenty four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up
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Twenty fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am
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Twenty six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam
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Scrumble touch down with twenty seven like he Eddie George
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Actin' like he sellin' twenty eights, how much you bet he poor?
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On the twenty ninth, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp
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Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench
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Thirty one, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite
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Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty two 'cause it's on sight
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Thirty three, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly
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Thirty four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line
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Thirty five, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives
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Why your wrist on thirty six? You know you lookin' weak, guy
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It's thirty seven different reasons I can't stop hustlin'
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Up the 38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin'
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Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you thirty nine?
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Shooter got 40 with a mop for all you dirty guys
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Forty one, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt
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My Audemar a forty two, like all I had to do was work
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Forty three days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt
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Forty four outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc'
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Forty five plus fifty five, that's me, like add me up, you nerd
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Paid Habibi forty six, don't even ask me why he purged
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They think I play with trick dice, I rolled like forty sevens
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First forty eight, you a snitch
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Forty nine times out of fifty, I think you would switch
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Fifty rackies if you never seen that lil' boy, you a shrimp

♫ Verse:
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Fifty one lines in, forty nine to go (Haha, had to switch the beat on 'em)
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It's fifty two cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me
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Fifty three, I'm banging fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy
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Fifty four nights on the road
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This the fifty fifth day, still goin' strong
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Fourth and fifty six, fuck it, gang, I'm goin' long
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Fifty seven, five seven F&N, I'm totin' pole
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Fifty eight jacks stacked double like a totem pole
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Fifty nine, if he a Jack Ham, them Steelers on his dome (Look him up)
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It's sixty seconds in a minute, do you use your time wisely? (Do you)
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Unky said the first time that he trapped was '61
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Sixty two hundred on my fit, you down to sixty slugs
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Sixty three, doubled up the lead, it's like six to three
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(They ain't finna score again, it's over)
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Boy, this life shit not a game, this not Nintendo 64
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Knock sixty five times before they let us in the door
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If it wasn't for the rap, I'd be on Route 66
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Or probably have like sixty seven credit cards in the whip
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Ocky put a sixty eight into his dash, he in the ditch (Boom)
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If they get him in that room, he gon' sixty nine
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Cruise control, I got it set at seventy, ain't finna drive
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Doggy whip a 1971, he movin' ill advised
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Seventy two, I think 'bout seven two and I look in the sky
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Today's forecast's seventy three, it's lookin' beautiful
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I don't gang bang, but know some seven fours and I can merch on that
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I 75 to Eight Mile, just the usual
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You would've thought the spot was seventy six 'cause all we serve is gas
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Cuban hit for seventy seven, Luka Trončić on the Mavs (Mark Cuban, you get it)
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Remember ridin' in that shooter, only goin' seventy eight with both feet on the gas
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I don't get it, could be seventy nine, still won't be on my ass
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Eighty on me, four pockets full, a dub in each one
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Bro drop a eighty one like Mamba, please don't be dumb
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Eighty two games in the season, I won't miss nada
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Chain know like eighty three dance moves, this bitch Sada
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Drankheads, we done poured eighty fours, Impala (Skrrt, skrrt)
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Eighty five, bet I catch the bag like Ocho Cinco
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(I might as well change my first name to "Chad")
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We'll nuke yo' block like Chernobyl in '86
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You rollin' up some eighty seven, I can't take a hit
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Drop a eight, then drop a eight, it's purple when I take a piss
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Dudie only got eighty nine likes, why he take that pic? (Corny)
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I'm on a ninety day grind, shit, God can be the judge
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Walked in, only threw like ninety ones? You need to leave the club
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'92 Jordan, catch me scorin' in the clutch
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Ninety three in my truck, plus, it's in my blunt
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94, hot as hell, I'm dodgin' state troopers
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If they pull up with a hundred, ninety five some fake shooters
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'96 Bulls how we ball, bitch
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Ninety seven percent that we tackle 'em, I call, "Blitz"
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Pieces ninety eight cents each, but these bitches bussin'
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Ninety nine my overall, that ain't shit to go get a bucket
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Only right we end it here, gon' always keep this shit a hundred



♫ Outro:
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ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia