Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Shots, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Shots |
| Earthquake Quay up on the beat, Earthquake Quay up on the motherfuckin' beat, |
| yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Hundred-some shots, I shoot up the spot |
| They don’t know if I did it or not |
| They don’t know if he’ll make it or not |
| Whippin' the brick 'til I break out the pot |
| Post up with the Drac' while I’m thuggin' with Josh |
| Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' the dot |
| And blood on my side, he wipe 'em like snot |
| Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide |
| Go berserk in this bitch, off a Perc' in this bitch |
| Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit |
| Put syrup on my dick, I don’t fuck with the shit |
| Goddamn, I damn near smacked that bitch |
| It’s a high charge on the brick, 'cause I’ma smack it |
| Slap it, I ain’t got a big homie, I don’t even listen to my daddy |
| Remember them days I was ratchet |
| Now when you look at my wrist, it’s a Patek |
| Get in the Demon, you know I’ma smash it |
| Give us a brick and you know we gon' wrap it |
| These special drugs, you know that we packin' |
| Take care of the pack like it was a nanny |
| Few months ago, I got head at the Grammys |
| That shit was too boring, I’m whorin' and askin' |
| Shoot him and his door, I’m DoorDash-in' |
| He dropped to the floor, but the gun keep clappin' |
| Why the fuck would I stop? |
| 'Cause I wanna overkill |
| My homie said that’s a dumb idea |
| So I put him on the shit bag, call him diarrhea |
| Don’t call me slime, slatt, I am a Crip |
| Hundred-some shots, I shoot up the spot |
| They don’t know if I did it or not |
| They don’t know if he’ll make it or not |
| Whippin' the brick 'til I break out the pot |
| Post up with the Drac' while I’m thuggin' with Josh |
| Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' the dot |
| And blood on my side, he wipe 'em like snot |
| Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide |
| Go berserk in this bitch, off a Perc' in this bitch |
| Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit |
| Put syrup on my dick, I don’t fuck with the shit |
| Goddamn, I damn near smacked that bitch |
| I was missin' at first, but a shooter gonna grow |
| Bitch fucked my bro, but a ho gon' be a ho |
| My trap stay jumpin' 'cause my deals on the low |
| Junkie bought him a zip, but he really want coke |
| If the opps in the party, I’m leavin' the party |
| Get in my car, then shoot up the party |
| Fill up the clip, .223's in my carbine |
| Couple shots at the hip, have him runnin' retarded |
| I’m ahead of my time, I’m advanced with murder |
| Don’t bring his name up 'cause I murked him |
| All of my niggas, they slidin' for purpose |
| Doin' the violence, you dyin' and hurtin' |
| Hundred-some shots, I shoot up the spot |
| They don’t know if I did it or not |
| They don’t know if he’ll make it or not |
| Whippin' the brick 'til I break out the pot |
| Post up with the Drac' while I’m thuggin' with Josh |
| Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' the dot |
| And blood on my side, he wipe 'em like snot |
| Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide |
| Go berserk in this bitch, off a Perc' in this bitch |
| Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit |
| Put syrup on my dick, I don’t fuck with the shit |
| Goddamn, I damn near smacked that bitch |