[Intro]
Yeah, yeah we at the spot right now
Man, you know how I’m comin’
Na-na-na-na week
Na-na-na-na week
Na-na-na-na week
[Chorus]
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Okay)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Alright)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Ahuh!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Wah-wah!)
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Huh)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Huh)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Mwah!)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Sget it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let’s get it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Huh)
[Verse 1: Maury Mayne]
Soon as I bought that spot
Time jumpin’ off my watch (Skrt!)
Cold but the burner hot (Ooo!)
Don’t believe me just watch yeah
That little bitch she a thot (Huh?)
She fuckin’ the whole block (Wow!)
Maury Mayne the goat, yeah
Whatcha gone do when it pop (Maury!)
Okay but now she talk a lot yeah
She my number one fan (Ooo!)
When she turn around damn
Hit a flick for the cam (Beep-beep!)
I know she fuck around
And she do it round town (Okay!)
That’s how it go down
We can go (Aye!) a hunnid rounds (Okay!)
Soon as I scrap that butter
Me and Young Eek we brothers (Huh)
Styrofoam sippin’ on mud (Ahuh)
Hell nah we don’t do drugs (No!)
Met that bitch in the club (Huh?)
I’m bussin’ a cap at the club (Mwah)
I walk with my strap in the club (Gliddid!)
She showin’ me love in the club (Okay)
[Chorus]
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Okay)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Alright)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Ahuh!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Wah-wah!)
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let's get it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let's get it!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Okay!)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Alright!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let’s get it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Ooo-ooo)
[Verse 2: Young Eek]
Don’t sleep on the bag no sleepover
Pray to god they don’t rico me
You know I brought a little tree over
Playing with a leaf blower?
It’s hot in hurr like the old song
If my flow the ocean they flow pond
She rode my dick and I drove off
My fault, got to get this dope off (Skrt)
That bitch is a drug she just wan’ call you to fuck
She pull up and pour up a cup
Just let me go, I'm off of the cuff
Look at her lip, ya got ya own blunt?
I ain’t passing the loud if I see a bump
Speakers are loud, I got this shit bumpin’
Dat bitch a trip, come with a friend
You can have both I'd rather have money
Thought we was playin', we really go hard
We on all night, no memory card
I never met people so petty before
Three words for y'all, ready for war
You can’t even do this with heavy support
You failed the mission go ahead and abort
We really the shooters, step to the court
This clip hold 100, then 100 more
[Chorus]
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Okay)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Alright)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Ahuh!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Wah-wah!)
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let's get it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let's get it!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Okay!)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Alright!)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let’s get it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Ooo-ooo)
