100 Shooters (feat. Meek Mill & Doe Boy) - Future

Dream Chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (brrt) I woke up, I made a mill', said, "Fuck it," then rented them all If life's a bitch, I'm having my way with that shit, and I'm hitting it raw (having it) Ain't none of y'all niggas getting none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs With a brand-new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop' in the hood (ride on a chop') Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as fuck and the top real good (pretty as fuck) Call Ern, I ain't even want him to wild, he shot up the hood Y'all niggas be paying them hitters for real, y'all not any good (y'all niggas is pussy) Green-face AP cost me 450, we don't see y'all ass I been hurting your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all checks She gotta move real careful, like it's a operati', you should see her texts Names start popping up, planes, I'll pop in 'em, y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best I just came right back outside, now all the baddies back outside Fuck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die I been balling so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pound She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that, tell her take her time (take her time) They really love it, but I get with so many hunnids, can't make her mine Yeah, she said, "Meek, come fuck me rough," and I was tryna break her spine (let's get it) Knowing this lil' bitch fucked my dawg, and I can't make her mine (make her mine) Outside, outside, outside, outside, I just popped out, came back outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway), we outside with it (we outside) Reaching for my Richard, you gon' die with it (die) I been keeping a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless) Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (today) I put mic's all in they face for all my young niggas passed away, yeah (away) I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am) Y'all niggas only ones keeping them hoes, y'all giving that cash away, okay, okay (yeah, yeah) Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Okay, okay He hasn't slept in probably seven days Go 'head, ki' like a brick (a bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (she bad) Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we toting them sticks (brrt) My dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't) Start balling like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and B's on my list (yeah) And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah) Every bitch that I be fucking get Rollies for real, like pardon my bitch (yeah) She looked me dead in my eyes when she sucking and she tryna start up some shit (yeah) Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, getting top with my hand on her- Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walking and talking my shit, yeah Niggas can't see me, we toting them chop's, yeah (niggas ain't see us) I had dreams of murdering opps, ripping them demons and burning them blocks They couldn't believe it, I'm turning the blocks, yeah (yeah) Back in them trenches again (we back) Toting extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him We open it up, open it up, I fuck from the back when I'm choking her up .223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no getting up No getting up, no getting up, tripping on niggas, they soaking it up (soaking) Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a fuck if it's poking or what What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

Cobain's back, Yeah Cobain's back Got all these crazy white boys yelling Cobain's back Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O I'm a Wild Boy, I'm a I'm a Wild Boy I'm a Wild Boy, fuck an eighth I need O's (Yeah) (2-Chainz!) Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me 2-Chainz Eat your girl, wear my necklace, call it food chain I'm a Wild Boy, been that way for a while boy All I kill is beats and pussy, still ain't went on trial for it South Side, my chain glowing If them lames going, then I ain't going My aim good, my pistol dirty Chopper clean them like dish detergent Kobe Bryant, but the sicker version Big Meech, but the spitter version Stacey Dash, but a thicker version Getting head while the engine running UGH! (Meek Milly) (MMMMMMM-Maybach Music) (Aye) I'm a Wild Boy, strapped down like a cowboy I'm really in the game, you just a towel boy I pull up in that thang all on them alloys With so many carrots on, Bugs Bunny'll die for Your bitch call me Steve-O, cause I ball like I'm D-Rose My neck be on Sub-Zero, and I won't save her, no hero My wrist done cost me a Maro, got your whip on my wrist You keep my name in your mouth, but it keep your bitch on my dick Nigga! Bitch, I got my beanie and my hoodie Here go the dick, bet you know where to put it I'm harder than Buckwheat's head You niggas softer than jello pudding I stack them up, I keep counting digits You falling down to London bridges Laughing at you bitches like Nana-BooBoo Bitch, cause I'm back up in here I rip it up, I put it down when it get mean 2 Chain, Meek Mill with the nicotine French Montana and Machine Gun Kelly I ain't gotta tell you how I act on 16 Gangsta's don't dance no more Pussy ass nigga better stay in his place How many times you seen one fucking rapper Kill so many mother fucking rappers with an 8? () R-R-R-R-Riding with them young boys, rolling up that O-G Rather have a hothead, then to have some cold feet Homeboy it's a new day, all my jewels is Blu-Ray On your wife like Cool J, beat it up like the new Dre Money here be too grown, fresher than a newborn They try to sign a whole group, started from the group home Moving like a boss move, MGK my dog fool You know I'm a Wild Boy, Cocaine Cowboy (Chea) (Yeah) Had a show in Cleveland, law shut it down Dropped that gangsta shit, security couldn't control the crowd Bitches on that drink, my niggas on that loud Niggas talking fowl? My pistol talking POW! Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I'm a dope boy Top gone (tranparent), where it go boy? Lamb feta cheese sauce inside broccoli Got that Machine Gun Kelly and it's screamin' cock me Everybody shut up (shut up) Couple of them ready to do it different whenever I tell them bitches to come up (come up) And I ain't talking for the stares, I'm talking for air (gasp) somebody light a blunt up (blunt up) Call me Steve-O bitch, I put a nutt up to in front of your mother's face like it's nothing Puff it till' my eyes yellow when I'm with them sun up (What up?) What I need a shirt fo? What I need a shirt fo? Tatt'ed up from my head to toe like what I need this shirt fo? What do I need to work fo? I smack the boss at my job, boy Fucking hoes like I'm Austin Powers, giving Golden Showers, that's WILD BOY! (Kellz) I'm a Wild Boy (repeats)

You hear that right there? That sounds light but that's three hundred thousand, n- I'm triple OG in my hood These h- call me "Big daddy" Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy Stand in the corner in some sh- that look like I paid like a milli' for, woo Blowin' this money, I heard that they askin' 'round town what he really worth, woo Most these n- be really broke, I went the harder way, boy had a penny first Now this b- is gon' get this work I tell her "Keep on them heels and that mini skirt" She Googled my net worth Lookin' like, "What is his neck worth?" My shooters, they shoot at your head like the rim just to see if the net work I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work (yeah) You n- so lame that my b- won't f- unless you cut a check first Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy (uh) Pulled up in somethin' that look like a milli', a n- put me up on Ain't gotta sell it but he say the p- a drug that he re-up on Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginóbili, you b- get D'ed up on You mad at me? Go get mad at your n- 'fore I put my sneakers on He copped me this wrist game Now it's just us at the Knicks game I might have to take him on tour just to f- in Australia, Brisbane Your time is ticking, you b- will be around shorter than Vine vids (yeah) You watch your mouth or my n- will shoot up the club like what Shyne did Your b-call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy (rrrrr) Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy B- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, is you? Front like she tough but that b- keep on crying, get this b- a tissue For what it's worth, when I took him, I could tell he would never miss you I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me, what is this b- issue? Still on top, pretty-pretty b- gang Still-still tight, pistol-pistol still bang Yo' n- call me "Big mama" Let him eat the p- then I dip on him (kyuh) Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy

Certain shit I don't even say Certain shit ain't no need to say Yeah, big chasers, big chasers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA? Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray Niggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case 'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you And I'm 'gon tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (brrr) Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in I told thе promoter "We can't bring them drums, thеn we ain't steppin' in" No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin' Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap Shooters like Stephen and we warriors Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck story up Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria Fly her to Bali, she ain't trippin', she on the tour with us Poppin' that pussy, actin' different She doin' more for us (she actin' different-different) Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (brrr) Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there 'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real Ooh (brr-brrrr), I turned shorty up Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up Told me never trust a strippin' bitch 'cause that's what caught him up Every time you catch me in some shit, it cost like four and up Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks That's when he brought me up (yeah, yeah) (Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them) (That's when he brought me up) I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit I had 60 out of 62, I'm talking bad bitches I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit I'm vibin' on fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up, Meek asked, cuz I make it jump then get it gone, nigga, ask Bud I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin' (yeah) And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin' (yeah) I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch, I got racks comin' Tell my bitch I love her And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's "Fuck her" Boy in here eating, nigga, I can't wait to up it Bitch-ass niggas Free them boys

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Now we feelin' wavy Chillin' somewhere in the tropics with my ladies 'Bout to tell my Boi-1da We gon' need some more of that conga, 'cause I Feel him lookin' at me And my girls, we fly as can bе Drippin' in sensuality Two stepping 'til evеntually He said, he said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat (yeah) Lamborghini Urus, scraping out on the tours Mix Amiri with Dior and we used to be the poorest Now it's million dollars worth of jewelry, no insurance Flew my - 'cross the border just to pick up some new water I'm like, get what you want, pick what you want, this a black card I'm in the 'Bach, but in the front getting waxed off Rollin' the pack, smoking on Runtz, 'bout to blast off Flow so cold, need a mask on Brand new Bentayga, the brand new baguettes I'm surprised they ain't panicking yet Hundred K flight just to land on the jet We flew out just to ran through the check He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane so sweet If you wanna do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes