100, I Shute - Starlito

Look I don’t dab, yeah I rap but bitch I tote my own strap

Pussy nigga wanted a feature, I never sent his song back

You ain’t a rapper, you a trapper, well OK go on trap

Cuz we listened to your mixtape and every song wack

You can call it paranoia, I think every phone tapped

And these broads ain’t never loyal, I think every hoe’ll rat

Or get off in her feelings and fuck another nigga with a sack

Or a broke nigga that need her to keep her self esteem intact

I got nobody to call if I ever need a stack

That’s what got me out there selling weed, 17 and strapped

I was still going to class, studio spending my last

(Grind hard) Fast forward I’m just recycling the paper

I had this bitch out Magic City, don’t know why she like when I tape her

I think she tried to hack my iCloud and Kim K & Ray J me

I know some good girls I should’ve married but I’m too fucking crazy

Still trying to fuck up your nearest dice game like «Who got me faded?»

It’s Lito

100 I shoot (4x)

(That's my last name. I’m talking bout 100 shots too, pussy ass nigga.)

I got a pocket full of hundreds, finna give it to my mama

Told my accountant, look I promise I’m finna get this other comma

Look lil nigga don’t make giggle, cuz you really don’t want no problems

You’ll get hit up make my hitta go commit another homi

Hoe the feds got my lil homie, I saw 'em sitting in the lobby

At my hotel before a show, but he wasn’t with me and they ain’t bother me

I had a pistol, 15 stacks, and a eighth of drank in my front pocket

He got scooped up the next day, man I’m still thankful God got me

Press rewind I almost died in Oakcrest, me, Elroy, and Notty

I’m just glad my nigga lived, must I repeat yeah God got me

Probably somewhere with a connect like a fucking hotspot

Either that or getting neck from a bopping thot pocket

Pull off from prison in a Porsche, my partner hopped out chopping up the profit

Since he been gone I been grinding hard everyday, ain’t finna stop it

Every day it’s steak and lobster, my filet served

200 I straight?

Make it 200 I 6−8, aye drop it

100 I shoot (4x)

And I’m still working for Nashville rappers.

JAY-Z know me.

He just done made

more money than me.

Jay-Z.

Shoutout, Jazzy Coach.

You remember, 1988,

how we used to live.

Your life just done got a little better than mine.

I work for Nashville rappers, man.

Jay-Z, you need to bring me that money;

so I can help Nashville rep.

Jay-Z.

Bring me some money man.

You know how we

did in '88.

Let’s do it in 2017-'18, Jay-Z!

«I got too many vices/ I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices»