Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Shotz, artist - DigDat. Date of issue: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Shotz |
| Snap Capone! |
| My cocaine lookin' like powder |
| In the mix like Tiffany Calver |
| Might just do it on the back street (Slay Products) |
| Wet a nigga like a shower |
| The Day-Date yellow |
| Excuse me miss, arse lookin' like J-Lo |
| Head shot, give a boy halo |
| Snap, huncho, no Quavo |
| Made in the manor like Kano |
| Two cats in the side |
| Richard and Mike |
| Lick it on the main road |
| Snap is back |
| Strapped with double waps |
| Your homie gettin' tax |
| Loves gone like Michael Jack' |
| Big jacket, Michael Dap' |
| I can’t how many pebs, got a mouth full |
| Anytime I walk through county council |
| Rusty peddle bike chain for my runners |
| You know who they’re servin' it out to |
| Came through, another chain on my neck |
| But she looked at me crazy when I was low |
| You know I just came for head |
| But wanna talk feelings, I don’t do those |
| You don’t know 'bout bad days |
| I was banged up, little bars on my bed frame |
| Had me in hell |
| Ramadan, had my kettle and a flask |
| I was really tryna fast them days as well |
| I don’t really wanna take his bitch |
| But I bet if I look she stops |
| And when I get dressed, put my knife on first |
| Then after I’m puttin' on socks |
| I came out of jail, hopped in a Phantom |
| My life expensive |
| Bitch, don’t kill my vibe |
| Came through lookin' like Kendrick |
| Still try sell me a ten bit |
| Audi, Beamers and Benz’s |
| Snap, I’m the king of the trenches |
| If I damage his face, can’t mend it |
| Tell him, «don't be dumb, you don’t wanna act silly» |
| Knife to your cheek, get his buck tricky |
| Nineteen, Glock 19, big handle, VV’s lit like candles |
| And I can’t even trust me a soul these days |
| When I don’t know them boy’s angle |
| When I was on the wing with my hair all picky |
| In sandles, single plaits gettin' tangled |
| It came with a scope |
| It came with a bone |
| I shoot like Wick |
| Hundred shots for 'em both |
| It came in whole |
| Flake in my bowl, I’m scrapin' the coke |
| She my favourite hoe |
| Met her in a rave, I ain’t datin' it, no, no |
| It came with a scope |
| It came with a bone |
| I shoot like Wick |
| Hundred shots for 'em both |
| It came in whole |
| Flake in my bowl, I’m scrapin' the coke |
| She my favourite hoe |
| Met her in a rave, I ain’t takin' her home |
| The coupe is black |
| But the seats same colour as mayo |
| My buj from Pakistan |
| My coke, I get it from Dayo |
| I don’t fight with this chrome .45 |
| Just left that boy KO’d |
| Pull up with two shooters in two blacked out Mondeo’s |
| I don’t want no fist fights, it ain’t school days |
| Spill a man’s juice like I dropped my Kool-Aid |
| Came up council flat, had to out this pack in the hallway |
| I need me a new Day-Date with a small face |
| And I still got a next court case |
| Ask mummy, I was gettin' it always |
| Grey wooly hat, black North Face |
| It came with a scope |
| It came with a bone |
| I shoot like Wick |
| Hundred shots for 'em both |
| It came in whole |
| Flake in my bowl, I’m scrapin' the coke |
| She my favourite hoe |
| Met her in a rave, I ain’t takin' her home |