Oh$hxtlv - 100 Percent (feat. 1k.Stokes) Lyrics

(36 1K n*gga)
On my momma
Nah forreal (Yeah forreal)

Young soldier new whip too colder
F*cking b*tches counting money getting older
White things is what we sold when we was broker
Certified with the scope so I'll smoke ya
Don Vito Godfather I'm a G though
Al Pacino they call me Tony on the scene tho
Dr Evil I don't need no mini me though
Left Miami but I still stay up with the heat though
You b*tches easy I shot my shot just like a free throw
She gave me neck and yeah that b*tch a lil freak h*e
Blowing up on n*ggas but I ain't talking no C4
You got a problem with a dog p*ssing on your tree bro

But you ain't gon do sh*t lil b*tch
100 percent
You can't do sh*t lil b*tch na 100 percent

I am certain you turn nervous when you seen a n*gga in person
Keep on yapping keep on cursing
You gon make this problem worsen
You gon get a n*gga murked
Ain't no faces on the shirt
We put faces in the dirt
F*ck with gang and you get hurt

You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga
You ain't gon do sh*t b*tch (Aye aye)
You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga
You ain't gon do sh*t b*tch (Aye aye)
You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga
You ain't gon do sh*t b*tch (Aye aye)

You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga cause you just a b*tch (B*tch b*tch)
You ain't gon do sh*t b*tch and I heard you snitch (Snitch snitch)
You the type to talk to Feds just to pay yo f*cking rent
I'm the type to talk to Feds just to tell em "SUCK MY D*CK!"
I'm the type to make some bred
You the type to make some cents
And I'm aiming at your head best believe I will not miss

You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga
You ain't gon do sh*t b*tch (Aye aye)
You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga
You ain't gon do sh*t b*tch (Aye aye)
You ain't gon do sh*t n*gga
And that's 100 percent

What's the problem? Why you mad?
Get the ch*ppa let it blast
I'm too quick don't call me Flash
You want smoke I'll bust yo a**
Play in these streets you won't last
Keep my heat just like a rash
Ride with me bet you crash
Demon charter saw my dash
Abaka is where I'm from
36 we spray that drum
Call up?? shoot for fun
N*ggas know I'm the one
Put 4 grams in my wood have you sleeping with a bump
Yeah you thought that sh*t was sweet
We pull up we see you run
I'm the greatest (Yeah) top off like I'm racing (Yeah)
Don't play no victim (Yeah) straight shots ain't no chasing (Yeah)
He blown off (Yeah) I didn't have no patience (Yeah)
One hundred ragoons I roll up and start facin'
My b*tch bad she ain't no barbie
Blowin' loud like a Harley
Hit it once I start coughin'
Pop a perc then I'm off it
Count my bred I get my stats
36 run up a check
Got my choppa don't get clapped
But if you want it you get smacked b*tch
(F*ck 36 1K n*gga)