I got hundreds in my hand, hundred more the mouth
Hunted from the pack with the crown
Make you bitches dance, dance down to the beat
Have you motherf*ckers to your knees
Now they running slow, how they catching up to me
How your boy popping overseas
Knocking on the-
On the door, then I leave
Break and enter, just to f*cking see, Ugh
One tap shit, all your papers overlapped shit
Right, left, with a hook, yeah that shit
That's shit? That shit
Knock 'em out in public, yeah that's it
Hide 'em in the alley, what they call it
Good tactics
I've been throwing shots at your favorite rappers past shit
I be doing most, need a collar, yeah, yeah
I got hundreds in my hand, hundred more the mouth
Hunted from the pack with the crown
Make you bitches dance, dance down to the beat
Have you motherf*ckers to your knees, yeah