A-Lex - 100 Hunnit (Christian Diss) lyrics

[Intro] Yo Christian.. (What?) I hope you're ready for this.. (What're you talking about man? What're you talking about?) Just be ready, we about to end your career.. (NOOOOOO!) [Verse 1: Nick] I promised Ricky and Alex that I'mma k** it Runnin' through them n***as and dollas on virgin gaming I'm hustlin' I bet 100 with every n***a I play with Tell Christian we comin We f**in' it up this summer [Verse 2: Marco] Now look Christian with your new jetta Filho, you can do better These rhymes, they never let up Beatstreet, can't get your bread up See I'm clearly the best And you're merely a pest Cause my mothaf**in' rhymes are puttin' holes in your chest [Verse 3: Nick] Ha, Gatorade bottles, lotta dippin Tryna hide it I'm sorry you're such a shady n***a Don't mind me just saying that you get no women Roids for years and you ain't even get any bigger [Verse 4: Marco] Ha, and I don't even ask the price on 'em I got the new merc vapors, get your dip off 'em I got the neuer, got the mueller, I go bayern on 'em I treat that p**y like it's pirlo, I go cla** on 'em Beat it up, I'm gettin heated up When I say I'm drunk, it's all about that flip cup [Verse 5: Nick] b**h I'm talkin' beer pong, last cup, hands is up I never f** with Christian because his snow parties s** Me and Marc, heatin' up [Verse 6: Marco] He lying, we on fire But when I knock this sh** off, I'mma go and buy some philly sh** I'm talkin' 'bout that Cafe Liz, look at Misha she agrees You let up another goal, we score, and everybody screams [Verse 7: Nick] b**h I'm hot as Wasabi, in Christian's mommy In a club with some models, who always be poppin' molly I ain't playin, I'm just sayin, we bringin' the tsunami Got 100 in my army, Christian's raps are f**in' corny (Biiiiiitch) (Yo,Yo.. Lemme hear that sh**..)