TJSOUND - 100 Lyrics

ShootersShoot it's Tjsound

200 on the dash yeah
Pull up bitch skirt yeah
F*ck some bands yeah
I'm boutta make a livin' yeah
Civic Type-R
Nurbgergring
Record time
My flow is f*ckin' fine
These bitches on my dime
Yeah I'm never wastin' time no
Flyin' place to place no
Bitches from coast to coast no
Movin' fast
Never last
Don't be a bitch or bitch I'll pass
Yeah I'm movin' class
I don't f*ck with sass
Push the gang Wass yeah
Stick shift
Yeah I'm switchin' flows today

Take the music and use it
And let it take u away
These bitches are mad
Cause I made it
And I'm f*ckin' it up aye
I keep it one hunnid and never less aye
I'm swimmin' in women
And I perfected the breast stroke
When I come up on my spot
Damn straight I never choke

Check it, I spit it and did it and i reckon i wrecked it
I'm rappin' and rippin' it in two
Any way I can do
Bottled or canned
I can shatter your frame with a mic in my hand
I'm steadily movin' and provin'
That you cannot compute it
I do it to music, I do it to nothin'
I do it for me, I do it for me
And that's end of discussion

I'm bombin' upon it and breakin' the beat
You been talkin' a lot
But not sayin' a thing
When u add it all up
It's abundantly clear
No competitors been on on my side with me
Ain't nobody but me
Can see the vision in me
I can see it so clearly
I can see it to be
Gotta give it the key
Gotta give it what it needs
Gotta give it the key
Gotta give it what it needs

Bobin' heads to the beat
Throwin' hands with the crew
I'm really puttin' out this heat
God damn lemme slow it down
Lemme take a seat
I can never be a cheat
Pipe it down
Ion need another tweet
My shit stringin' like a thread

At's on At's, y'all can't get the real account
I'm just gettin' full amounts
Bitches track me down while I'm out
I do what I want
Cause I got clout
I can present myself
But you bitches can't
Cause y'all some trout
Dressin' up in custom
Y'all can't get some
This some millionaire shit
For my dogs from the slum
Call me captain like i'm sippin' on some rum
Bring the, bring the, bring the drums back
That's some 808
Why your girl always beggin' for some dick late
Get her shit straight
I feast off the hate
Always foreign foods on my plate
To the bars I am never late
Cash flowin' like I'm Bill Gates
Y'all playin' on some soft shit
I'm just coolin' up on my loft
Thumbin' through the checks
Blessin' on some fine sex
Never feelin' vexe
Got some bitch up in the 6 yeah
She do it upside down like we movin' in the 9 yeah
Poppin' it up and i'm callin' it and 1
She said she wanna see the stars
So I p-p-p-p-pulled up in rolls
Never f*ckin' with no pre rolls
Always with the mandem on the low
No bitches sayin' no
But I'm still, movin' on my dolo
Cause I do it best, when I'm solo
Got to many bars to speak
From here on out, I'm jus lettin' it breathe

Tjsound
Tjsound
Tjsound
Tjsound
That's my shit
ShootersShoot, that's my gang
Yuh

Tjsound
Tjsound
Tjsound
Tjsound
That's my shit
ShootersShoot, that's my gang
Yuh