Fredo - They Ain't 100 Remix lyrics

[Hook: Fredo] f** them I don't know them, they ain't 100 In my German car drop a big pack on my young don ah In the trap I make mad stacks of 1 number When you're at the pop you can lose it all off one f** up [Verse 1: Yxng Bane] f** them I don't know them, they ain't 100 All up on your crop half, f** her yard don ah f** them I don't know them, they ain't 100! Strapped up, strap grips n***a that's Margiela! Hoppin out the spaceship Swagger's on 80 Probably f**ed your Misses in a Uber so it's 5-star rated Probably in Givenchys, swaggers out a gyal that's 5-star rated Probably haven't brekky out a mission, lean that's 5-star rated Drop the plug, we'll run it back In the Sudan tight bags Have Fredo run it back It's a sket that s** me on the MAC High road on Freemason b**h the baddest cause she blaze it [?], she jump wavin Probably hold a pack in the a** [Verse 2: Little Torment] Chef whippin up a German Trap game I had to learn it f** a opp boy, I'm coppin burners Scummy n***a from the Southside But I found a plug and got the earnin I don't trust a soul I don't trust your soul I don't trust them boy, they vermin In and out of blocks In and out of blocks In and out the German servin In and out the kitchen on and off the stove Wrists movin like a whirlwind f** a rapper, I'll spin the coup round Spin the MAC and make your world spin Little Torment had no respect from day There was nothin they could tell him Kway Kway that white gyal with me And I got my badders gyal with me Nice breasts, she spend your whole stack It's nothin, she just wanna rule the world with me I ain't round and make my tail with me And keep a strap full of bells round me Just in case somebody try to get rowdy I don't fire use my gun, 'low me 'Low me 'low me I don't want a 30 Plus the washers foul with the [?] dirty Amne' buddy they can smell it on me I don't sell food, it sell itself for me n***as corny, buyin hoes shoes I buy Loubs, buy buy some straps too This what happens when the realest n***as from the city n***as make a rap tune [Verse 3: Fredo] Young n***as gettin street money til they lock me I got a white gyal with a big back, she talks co*kney They see the kid and they skate out, it's not hockey Keep the dots in the gym bag, true it's stocky [Verse 4: Nafe Smallz] We keep the hammers in the duffle So run your mouth and you in trouble My doggy rollin with the muzzle We gotta keep this sh** 100 Probably got us on the OBBO They addin pieces to the puzzle Hit the trap and make it double Cuh nobody promised tomorrow Call the plug yea, I call the plug and I tell him what's up Get the pack and get it gone I told them n***as I'm the one All them b**hes gonna come I told them n***as get the funds Cause everybody wanna win and everybody wanna eat Tell everybody in the slums I'm [?] when I'm [?] I'm the type to skip the drama Burnin bridges like I'm lava Hit the strip or hit the corner Runnin off some Marijuana Runnin speeches like Obama Ring your b**h she [?] Show the n***a why she lost it All the food, the n***a starvin Smokin weed for merely money f** that groupie if she borin [Verse 5: Yung Fume] Whip, whip whip whip til it's hurtin Skatin round in the foreign joint, this sh** German I got white boys, I got Polishes, I got Turkish They phone the phone I got my Arab ting, man she Persian Plug threw me a pack and served it I got clientele, man they purchase Runnin through the 100s Trap jumpin for the whole week A 1000 grams, man that's a whole key 28, that's an oz No one told me I had to get a pack, gon' get that money I can hold my own T I was slippin out, now Imma take a trip to Harrods Imma keep it lowkey I seen a bad b**h and she a hottie Plug drop me bricks, I think I'm John Gotti, think I'm John Gotti I smoke that weed, I don't pop molly I heard the popo are after me You got them 9s and half a piece f** them I don't know them, they ain't 100 OT for like couple months, talkin 1 supper f** tings I don't cuff tings, not 1 lover It was me and bro in that f**in alley, it's the f**in gutter [Hook: Fredo] f** them I don't know them, they ain't 100 In my German car drop a big pack on my young don ah In the trap I make mad stacks of 1 number When your at the pop you can lose it all off one f** up