(prod. casio5k)

Lyrics:

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Bitch

Pull up
Pull up
Yeah, no Crep protect, we steppin' in dirt
Yuh
You play with my guys, that's the way you get hurt
Yuh
We just beat the odds, I hit a bitch on the curb
Yuh
And we the new robbers, I'mma go snatch that purse

New plain jane watch, this money won't stop
Ooo
Off of that plane right now, that bitch wanna talk
Yeah, I'm holdin' my racks to my ears
Every time you gon' talk
Steppin' around in some big-ass boots, that's the way I walk
Hold up
Count up them hundreds & thousands
Count up them hundreds & thousands
I just want all of that molly
Hold up, watch me go break a brick
I'ma go meet up with Molly
I'm finna fuck up the party
All on my nose, snotty

I don't even hate myself
I hate the way I hang around you bitches
All them fake-ass bitches
Wanna hang 'round for some clout and bitches
All them pussy-ass bitches
Never wanna fight, but they typin' bitches
They don't even love they bitches
They slap around, give a fuck 'bout bitches

I be speedin', they don't believe me
Let that tire spark
I want that money talk
I'm goin' one way, you go the other
Let's just stay apart
I say it every day, they need a sensei
But I'm gon' train myself

I could be Ray J, you could be Kim K
Ion give a fuck 'bout nun
Act like yo shit don't stank
I'ma break yo back, yeah just like Bane
I'm on some new shit, I'm on some old shit
I need a new mixtape
Climbin' up them Chutes and Ladders
But I don't play games

Don't play with me
Pull up
Yeah, it's hot in here
I think I need a new AC
Gon' go back to skatIng
Cause my fit is all DC
All my clothes is presidential
I needa go D.C
Can't see my body through these cameras
It's a goat they see
Pull up
Count up them hundreds & thousands
Count up them hundreds & thousands
I just want all of that molly
Hold up, watch me go break a brick
I'ma go meet up with Molly
I'm finna fuck up the party
All on my nose, snotty

Damn
All that we know is move
All I do is stay with the dawgs
Just can't leave the troops
Bitches a lame, tryna count my flaws
I just stained the juice
Hol' up, what? Flip the bitch
Uh, I just dropped two

You niggas popped, true
We cookin' 'em in a pot, food
Said I'm top 2
Hit ya, and your squad too
We got hundreds & thousands
Comin' through them dead faces
One, know we check chasin'
Can't claim the bitch, basic

That's just how it go
When you stack all your rolls
Bitch get back, X's O's
Why she tryna pull up on me
Call me bae, like we goals
Better have pape
Racks in the bag, for me
Or, I'ma send you home
We need
Hundreds & thousands

Yeah, no Crep protect, we steppin' in dirt
Yuh
You play with my guys, that's the way you get hurt
Yuh
We just beat the odds, I hit a bitch on the curb
Yuh
And we the new robbers, I'mma go snatch that purse

Hundreds & Thousands (feat. 1of1Soldier)

I'll always be right here
if you know, you know
if you don't 
OH well
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Hundreds & Thousands (feat. 1of1Soldier)

exitallure (@exitallure)