Vinch the Artist - 100 Yard Dash (feat. Hazerati) Lyrics

Uh uh yeah yeah
Uh yeah yeah
Uh yeah yeah
Uh
Uh yeah yeah
Uh
Run-in up a check
Sprinter on deck
Yeah, H.A.
Vinch
Eeh
Usually I don't this
But I'm in my zone
If money not the topic
Please don't hit my phone
Us over everything
Homie I ain't got no clone
I'm 1 of 1 too fly yeah drone drone
Look at my sauce, look at my glow
Look at my drip
Look at my barrel, look at my trigger
Look at my grip,
Remember the sauce, remember-the glow
Remember the drip
I am holding my barrel, squeezing my trigger gripping yo bitch
Move move please please
Gimmie some space
Catheder bag translation shit on my waist
I ain't one for all the talkin
I ain't run down I nah walked him
Cold case nobody know nuthin except (What's that?)
A dead nigga coffin
Pull up in a sprinter, Yeah
All my bitches bad nigga
Looking on ya face, huh
What the f*ck you mad nigga
Tryin to count my bread
I'm a count it to the last digit
Runnin up a check, huh
Hundred yard dash nigga
Pull up in a sprinter, Yeah
All my bitches bad nigga
Looking on ya face, huh
What the f*ck you mad nigga
Tryin to count my bread
I'm a count it to the last digit
Runnin up a check, huh
Hundred yard dash nigga
Running through them bands like Diddy do
Make a pussy nigga look pitiful
If u see my hand loose reaching for the deuce deuce don't think about it
Run. I'ma hit at you
I like hand guns I don't like choppers
I can't keep it on me everyday it won't fit n my pocket
You know I keep it on me like loose change
Kick it with your bitch at Katana like Lu Kane
Catch me with your bitch all these blue faces make me sick
If u want to make a movie brodie we can shoot a clip
Niggas be acting like they lit but they don't know nobody
Homie I'm really outside I'm like a porter potty
And I'm shitting on niggas just for the f*ck of It
Guns go bada ba ba ba I'm loving it
I'll f*ck a bitch I'll f*ck her friends I'll f*ck her enemies
Since the beginning they've been tryna put an end to me
Like John Kennedy. F them niggas in the middle
They should've never let me get up on this instrumental
And now I'm doing it dirty just like the homeless.
I won't rest until my fam don't stress
Until my kitchen cabinet ain't got no roaches
Until I'm screaming thank God bro we so blessed
Pull up in a sprinter, Yeah
All my bitches bad nigga
Looking on ya face, huh
What the f*ck you mad nigga
Tryin to count my bread
I'm a count it to the last digit
Runnin up a check, huh
Hundred yard dash nigga
Pull up in a sprinter, Yeah
All my bitches bad nigga
Looking on ya face, huh
What the f*ck you mad nigga
Tryin to count my bread
I'm a count it to the last digit
Runnin up a check, huh
Hundred yard dash nigga