Heralding a narrative rife with opulence, power, and street credibility, this track is a vivid illustration of the artists' extravagance and resilience. The recurring motifs revolve around wealth, with references to "fifty million dollars in cash" and extensive purchases at luxury brands like Chanel, symbolizing their financial success and lavish lifestyles. The "hundred shooters" signifies a formidable entourage ready to retaliate against adversaries, underscoring themes of loyalty and protection. This retaliatory stance extends to their readiness to "kill the opps," displaying a relentless nature. Intriguingly, the lyrics juxtapose such violence with moments of introspection about past relationships and betrayals, evident in lines about breaking hearts. The song adeptly blends braggadocio with vulnerability, crafting a multi-dimensional portrayal of modern street life and its complexities. 🚀💸 #WealthAndPower #StreetLoyalty
100 Shooters
Lyrics
(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, The Wizzard
Woo
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so Sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Yeah, uh, fifty mil' buried in my safe, that's a graveyard
Fucked the bitch, seen her with her man, I had to play it off
Dreamchasers with just like a label, we got A&Rs
Famous hoe, she threw me that pussy and I'ma slay her raw
Yeah, you are now welcome to the Player's Ball (you're welcome)
Whole lotta money lottery shit, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Hundred shooters, I can get your clique hit (whoa, whoa)
Get my dick suck in the Lambo while I stick shit
Big shit, baby, it's the big fish
Only VVS in my necklace and my wrist lit
I could wipe my ass with these hunnids, I'm the shit bitch
Shot up in her DM like James Harden, it went swish, swish
I'm sippin'
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so Sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
I've been gettin' richer and richer
Damn near piss on bitches
I've been thinking real vindictive
Kill the opps, fuck their sisters
Fuck the Catholics, send my Christians
Semi-automatic, I got vision
Diamond cuts and they princess nigga
No rap, cap, gave away Bentleys nigga
Got a car for a watch, got a watch for a house
Send my automatic Glock, get you block washed out
Bad bitch tried to rape me, tried to pull my cock out
I got murder money, so this shit can get hostile
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so Sincere (yeah yeah)
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Nose out Then your clique come slide
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Yeah, all my bitches treat me just like God
I told 'em jump bitch ask how high? (Oh really?) Yeah
Opps said that I'm a die, I ain't dead
One in the head, put it right to your head, bitch
Give a fuck about the Feds, I ain't scared (no)
I ain't put down my gun, I ain't Craig (boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, dissin' on the 'Gram then I'm slidin' in his DM
Only time Doe busy playing 'round is with your BM, uh
Got a hundred shooters parked outside
And they gon' kill you when you walk outside (oh really?
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart
She think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we playin' real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so Sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
(Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside)
Writer(s): Brytavious Chambers, Isam Mostafa, Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Tim Gomringer
Copyright(s): Lyrics © ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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