JR Writer - 100 N The Clip lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm self-made, well-paid Even though I only made it to the twelfth grade Twelve gauge, twelve K's, 12-12's, I was getting it from twelve ways V-12 while I inhale haze With the baddest female in Chanel shades What you could tell J? Better play it smart Have to write you out the script, you don't play your part You ain't a shark, I'll take your heart Buck fifty in the air, I just made a mark I don't need a damn gimmick to try to get listens Find me in the kitchen, supplying the fixing Your favorite rap spitter be lying and snitching Bunch of basic-a** n***as, trying to be different I'm an addiction, you should know the G But I got a gun that be yelling, "Get a load of me" Get a load of me, get a load of me Had to read it over cause you n***as ovaries Yeah, red dot leave 'em red hot I portfolio the block, bunch of head shots Made man, mayhem You don't watch yourself, you gon' need an Ace ban' Damn, I'm somebody you cannot avoid I Chris Farley O.D. with the tommy, boy I go Almond Joy Don't get J.R. annoyed Ain't heard of me, but my weed make a lot of noise Loud pack, bout to smoke a pound So loud that they telling me to hold it down Hold it down, hold it down They just mad I'm blowing on the illest smoke around I don't roll with clowns, I just navigate You don't know the town? Well, go that-a-way Hey, off the top, I call the shots And I do mean shots -- I don't talk a lot That ain't all you got Is you kidding me? You got sh**ty weed Call it port-a-pot From the corner block where you should never go to cop You hit 'em with that dough you got, they hit you with a load of throp Run up with the blickers at your c**a spot And rearrange your pictures, n***a -- Photoshop I live it, the point is to get it Way over the limit, hope I don't get a ticket Known as the sickest, Writer's sh** mean Hundred bars to me is like a sixteen Got me mad already, I'm 'bout to grab the Desi I separate the real, them guys imaginary My nines are rather heavy So you gotta catch a flurry For fronting when you pa**, n***a -- now you Makaveli Leave the dude alone, I'll bulletproof your dome I'll hit you Internet thugs with this Google Chrome This ain't new to holmes Get your doobie blown Dead by Smith & Wesson, that's your new cologne Few beans, sweep your crew clean Even though those dudes seem liver than a UStream I don't lose steam, let a dude scheme Take a shot, you a sleeping n***a -- hoop dreams How you claim you better? I'm amazing, heifer Fly n***a out of Harlem, I ain't Mason Betha Paper stretcher, tell him get his cake together How the f** you n***as checking me? I ain't playing checkers Check it -- I spill Mo' just because I got the biggest bottle of Rose in the club Still got a flow made of d** Equipped with a dime so thick, she could go for a dub You still known as a scrub When you gonna learn? Motherf**er, it's a veteran's turn Beyond a don, I ain't never concerned Your raps got condoms on, they don't never get burn Put up a little cake, you'll never return You ain't heard? My money straight -- cheddar with perms, n***a I been eating, this is spring cleaning I'm at the showroom picking up spring season You misleading, lying to the people I just keep it G, boo -- I ain't gotta G you Higher than a eagle, you riding in a Regal I speed through, acting like I don't even see you Who you kidding? Y'all don't even need to That ain't True Religion -- y'all got on Evisu Please, duke, we know corny I'll school you, but you don't never see notes, shorty Swing a new ride through, three hoes on me Bumping 2 Live Crew, "Me So Horny" Got your team all salty I should send them all uptown to get Nemo's for me n***as real fake, but I get real cake Waiting on a deal, n***a? I'mma deal weight Six figgys, Writer deal straight 360? I better be signed to Bill Gates That's why I'm laughing out loud when a n***a see you Thinking how you come out in them skinny Diesels Looking like you got styled by the Village People Or you bout to go out with your Village peoples But I guess that's the new trend That's why I do me, and let 'em do them Super-cute twins in a new Benz Do the ho dash like I'm trying to get to 210