100 Roaches (feat. Rack James)

Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout to burn it up, need some bankroll with it Everybody sayin' that they got it, I don't see it, must be out my vision Hundred miles on the highway, can't hit brakes, won't stop till I finish Everybody talkin, let them watch, don't start, cause you know I'm gonna end it Standin' on business, bitch, you know that I'ma goat, this ain't sendin' shots, I'm defendin' my moat Got a hundred songs in the phone of my notes, just know that I'll be ready if anybody wanting smoke You know I'm really with that, got me runnin' with wolves, so we smokin' that big pack, big strap I had to put a beam on it, so if they run up, then lil' homie, I won't miss that Yeah, you know they in trouble, music is in my veins, so you know I'ma hustle Meet me in person, you can see that I'm real subtle, but when that mic on take off like a shuttle, car shuffled I'm him, so fold now, straight facts, they finna get flushed out Full house, a pair of nines flop out, but I'm all in, the squad four of a kind Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout' to burn it up, need some bankroll with it Everybody sayin' that they got it, I don't see it, must be out my vision Hundred miles on the highway, can't hit brakes, won't stop till I finish Everybody talkin, let him watch, don't start, cause you know I'm gon' end it When the bankroll come in, I be out here thuggin Smokin' all these blunts, but the pain keep comin Bout' to get the bag, shit lookin' like a hundred Roaches in the ashtray, now I got the munchies Bout' to eat the beat up like I'm motherfucka hungry Dog, I'm bout' to pop off like a motherfuckin' button Like some skinny-ass jeans when a motherfucka chunky Let's make this shit funky, let's get this bitch jumpin Yeah you know we keep it real, my adolescence was a feature film Now keep on sleepin' on me, keep on eatin' all your sleepin' pills Stand on what I speaking, I don't give a f*ck how people feel If you don't got your gun, you motherfuckers are weak for real And if that hurt your pride, we can see for real Got a nice pair of gloves, like three for real Behind that shiesty, you motherfuckas sweet Smokin' like a op pack, hundred roaches on me Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout' to burn it up Need some bankroll with it Everybody sayin' that they got it, I don't see it Must be out my vision Hundred miles on the highway, can't hit brakes Won't stop till I finish Everybody talkin, let them watch, don't start Cause you know I'm gon' end it Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you know I'm gon end it Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you know I'm gon end it Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah, yeah Hundred roaches in the ashtray, bout' to burn it up