lil dude - hundred band jug lyrics
[intro: lil dude]
yeah
trapnanana
yeah
[chorus: lil dude]
hundred band jugg, i run up them racks
f-ck on your b-tch in some gucci slacks
i get to the money, i ain’t new to that
pull up on your block with a stick and i’m shootin’ that
hop in the booth, i ain’t writin’ no raps
i’m straight out the trenches, these n-gg-s be cap
i the one who put the hood on the map
two tone glock with a fifty attached
remember i used to serve the dummy pack
i hopped in that foreign, it’s no lookin’ back
these diamonds they dancin’, doin’ jumping jacks
your diamonds ain’t dancin’ b-tch, take that sh-t back
uh, yeah, i’m on point just like kyrie
dead loaf, bet a n-gg- won’t come try me
two twin glocks, yeah them b-tches they siamese
young n-gg- thuggin’, was born in the nineties
[verse 1: lil dude]
i get them bags in toronto
we whackin’ sh-t just like griselda blanco
i see the whole court like rajon rondo
a young n-gg- took the draco in the hummer
we get out the pack, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout gumbo
luciano, yeah he numero uno
double back gang keep extendos
this a dirty game, why you n-gg-s keep playin’ nintendo
chopstick kick, make a n-gg- do the limbo
hop out the free car and it’s a benzo
these n-gg-s gettin’ locked up for actin’ mental
the ar push off like instrumental
they ain’t let me in so i came through the window
everything a young n-gg- do monumental
these n-gg-s be tellin’ but on they on pillow
keep me a smith like jaden and willow
i’m a real street n-gg-, man thes en-gg-s ain’t right
he told on his madden 12 game with sprite
i’m puttin’ these n-gg-s on ice
we took all the bread ’cause he wouldn’t give us a slice
i’m still in the hood like fried rice
hoodrich b-tch, n-gg- better get your bread right
catch me an opp, then you know this sh-t on sight
pull on your block then we hittin’ the headlights, skrrt
[chorus: lil dude]
hundred band jugg, i run up them racks
f-ck on your b-tch in some gucci slacks
i get to the money, i ain’t new to that
pull up on your block with a stick and i’m shootin’ that
hop in the booth, i ain’t writin’ no raps
i’m straight out the trenches, these n-gg-s be cap
i the one who put the hood on the map
two tone glock with a fifty attached
remember i used to serve the dummy pack
i hopped in that foreign, it’s no lookin’ back
these diamonds they dancin’, doin’ jumping jacks
your diamonds ain’t dancin’ b-tch, take that sh-t back
uh, yeah, i’m on point just like kyrie
dead loaf, bet a n-gg- won’t come try me
two twin glocks, yeah them b-tches they siamese
young n-gg- thuggin’, was born in the nineties
[verse 2: fenix flexin]
b-tch i been ballin’ like irving
i sip that codeine, don’t f-ck with the bourbon
n-gg-s be talkin’ but n-gg-s ain’t workin’
i keep that chopper on me, that’s for certain
i poured a four up in my new [?] turban
b-tch you hoeing, why you act like a virgin?
gucci bag gon’ hold the chop when i’m lurking
diamonds dancing, i’m so clean like detergent, ayy
n-gg-s be talkin’ ’bout politics
i pull up on blocks with a lot of sticks
he said he want smoke, we brought all of it
thirty round, fifty round, n-gg-s be poppin’ sh-t
i just spent like twenty in prada
hit up neimans, then i f-ck on your daughter
fenix flexin, i been servin’ the water
i brought the pints through canadian border
[chorus: lil dude]
hundred band jugg, i run up them racks
f-ck on your b-tch in some gucci slacks
i get to the money, i ain’t new to that
pull up on your block with a stick and i’m shootin’ that
hop in the booth, i ain’t writin’ no raps
i’m straight out the trenches, these n-gg-s be cap
i the one who put the hood on the map
two tone glock with a fifty attached
remember i used to serve the dummy pack
i hopped in that foreign, it’s no lookin’ back
these diamonds they dancin’, doin’ jumping jacks
your diamonds ain’t dancin’ b-tch, take that sh-t back
uh, yeah, i’m on point just like kyrie
dead loaf, bet a n-gg- won’t come try me
two twin glocks, yeah them b-tches they siamese
young n-gg- thuggin’, was born in the nineties
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