Lyrics to 100% Alcohol
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah
Bitch
Get a hundred grams of straight drop grits and sell 'em in Milwaukee, bitch
It's gettin' hot outside now, we communicate with walkie-talkies, bitch
We got damn near two thousand rounds on us, we just at Paulie's
I got two straps on me, bro got a .40
Unc got a rifle on the roof, end of the story
You ain't see him comin'
I ain't know the nigga had died, I just seen him runnin'
Brodie bought a pint, then pulled off, he ain't leave me nothin'
Why I'm even fuckin' off a Percocet? Ain't need nothin'
I had did four years and I ain't needed nothin'
They was callin' my phone, askin' me for money
Yes, I had a cellphone and I had the chicken
Bitch booty got a weird shape like a bag of biscuits
Magic City Monday, I'm finna grab a stripper
Gave her five thousand dollars, all ones, I ain't have to tip her
Bitch, throw it on yourself
Got her number, left, fucked, man, done threw her in my belt, right
Like, that's another body
I could see it in his motherfuckin' eyes, he done thumped somebody
My pocket look like that bald-head nigga, it's a bump inside it
Ghazi gave me four million, bought a hundred choppers, bitch
That ain't the end of the deal, huh, he still owe me a couple dollars
Fuck a strike, we just bought twenty-one Impalas
Five-percent windshield 'cause it's a bunch of guns inside
You wanna run, you gon' probably get caught if my cousin find you
Rest in peace to my brother Quanny Mac, I love my auntie Tanya
Left pocket look like some stuffed lasagna
We got on hard hats, we the fuckin' miners
I'm in San Francisco, finna go watch the 49ers
This Glock 22 shoot like a 19X, my .40 9-in'
I go six karats in each ear, these important diamonds
These came from Africa, these the bloody diamonds
You would think we playin' spades, we all got diamonds, bitch
I be shit talkin', you would listen to it if I'm not rhymin', yeah
Like, you would sit and watch me and Jay freestyle for four hours, bitch
My lil' brother Ghost was into it with that white boy before Power
Geeked Escalade V, how many horsepower?
I hit the bitch with my leg up, I gave her horse power
Every time you say somethin' to me, I'ma snore louder
Rude as hell, I had went to sleep while the whore talkin'
Bitch asked me where I'm at, I'm on the floor walkin'
This bitch keep sayin' dumb shit, she off horchatas
Like, she on some Mexican shit, like
Just askin' dumb-ass questions, like, bitch, what you drinkin'?
A hundred-percent alcohol?
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch
Get a hundred grams of straight drop grits and sell 'em in Milwaukee, bitch
It's gettin' hot outside now, we communicate with walkie-talkies, bitch
We got damn near two thousand rounds on us, we just at Paulie's
I got two straps on me, bro got a .40
Unc got a rifle on the roof, end of the story
You ain't see him comin'
I ain't know the nigga had died, I just seen him runnin'
Brodie bought a pint, then pulled off, he ain't leave me nothin'
Why I'm even fuckin' off a Percocet? Ain't need nothin'
I had did four years and I ain't needed nothin'
They was callin' my phone, askin' me for money
Yes, I had a cellphone and I had the chicken
Bitch booty got a weird shape like a bag of biscuits
Magic City Monday, I'm finna grab a stripper
Gave her five thousand dollars, all ones, I ain't have to tip her
Bitch, throw it on yourself
Got her number, left, fucked, man, done threw her in my belt, right
Like, that's another body
I could see it in his motherfuckin' eyes, he done thumped somebody
My pocket look like that bald-head nigga, it's a bump inside it
Ghazi gave me four million, bought a hundred choppers, bitch
That ain't the end of the deal, huh, he still owe me a couple dollars
Fuck a strike, we just bought twenty-one Impalas
Five-percent windshield 'cause it's a bunch of guns inside
You wanna run, you gon' probably get caught if my cousin find you
Rest in peace to my brother Quanny Mac, I love my auntie Tanya
Left pocket look like some stuffed lasagna
We got on hard hats, we the fuckin' miners
I'm in San Francisco, finna go watch the 49ers
This Glock 22 shoot like a 19X, my .40 9-in'
I go six karats in each ear, these important diamonds
These came from Africa, these the bloody diamonds
You would think we playin' spades, we all got diamonds, bitch
I be shit talkin', you would listen to it if I'm not rhymin', yeah
Like, you would sit and watch me and Jay freestyle for four hours, bitch
My lil' brother Ghost was into it with that white boy before Power
Geeked Escalade V, how many horsepower?
I hit the bitch with my leg up, I gave her horse power
Every time you say somethin' to me, I'ma snore louder
Rude as hell, I had went to sleep while the whore talkin'
Bitch asked me where I'm at, I'm on the floor walkin'
This bitch keep sayin' dumb shit, she off horchatas
Like, she on some Mexican shit, like
Just askin' dumb-ass questions, like, bitch, what you drinkin'?
A hundred-percent alcohol?
Yeah
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