Yeah, Young Rel
Remember when we was broke nigga
That mean
Remember
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Coming from the bottom with these roaches and rats
Them dicks riding, so we running, keep holding the straps
We trap out religiously, enough for our seeds bills
In the Christmas tree, yeah, n A lot Of Weed
God can only judge me for this
They asking why I plain Jane not
Knowing I could've flooded my wrist
I'm just scratching the surface for real
Long live Maserati, paying homage blowing purp in the air fell asleep of Tha surpy in the chair, I'm leaning
Proceed with caution my nigga, I mean it
You know I'm quick to dumb out nigga, no reason
A lot of shots rung out nigga, we leaving
All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Money bring power, also hate and respect
They gon' respect my lil bread, but they gon' hate that I'm next
Still trapped out in the jacks, so they cut me a check
My brother tell me be patient, I need to put down the sack
But this music won't pay him, so I relied on the pack
Had to take care of family, how to survived in the trap
They say I'm bad news, shout out 757
Keep a 357, leave a hole in your melon
My mama told me no telling, so you know it's no telling
If I did it, I would, take me straight to my celly
Remember when I was selling, my grandma told me don't sell it
But being broke was a joke, and I wasn't him Carrey
Drake came with a tit, that's a hundred alone
Glick came with a dick, no homo as long
When it's beef, I get wicked, I might dress like a chick
Walk down broad day and walk off with a grin
All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Thanks for watching
Young Rel - 100 Bands Lyrics
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Yeah, Young Rel
Remember when we was broke nigga
That mean
Remember
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Coming from the bottom with these roaches and rats
Them dicks riding, so we running, keep holding the straps
We trap out religiously, enough for our seeds bills
In the Christmas tree, yeah, n A lot Of Weed
God can only judge me for this
They asking why I plain Jane not
Knowing I could've flooded my wrist
I'm just scratching the surface for real
Long live Maserati, paying homage blowing purp in the air fell asleep of Tha surpy in the chair, I'm leaning
Proceed with caution my nigga, I mean it
You know I'm quick to dumb out nigga, no reason
A lot of shots rung out nigga, we leaving
All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Money bring power, also hate and respect
They gon' respect my lil bread, but they gon' hate that I'm next
Still trapped out in the jacks, so they cut me a check
My brother tell me be patient, I need to put down the sack
But this music won't pay him, so I relied on the pack
Had to take care of family, how to survived in the trap
They say I'm bad news, shout out 757
Keep a 357, leave a hole in your melon
My mama told me no telling, so you know it's no telling
If I did it, I would, take me straight to my celly
Remember when I was selling, my grandma told me don't sell it
But being broke was a joke, and I wasn't him Carrey
Drake came with a tit, that's a hundred alone
Glick came with a dick, no homo as long
When it's beef, I get wicked, I might dress like a chick
Walk down broad day and walk off with a grin
All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Thanks for watching
Remember when we was broke nigga
That mean
Remember
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Coming from the bottom with these roaches and rats
Them dicks riding, so we running, keep holding the straps
We trap out religiously, enough for our seeds bills
In the Christmas tree, yeah, n A lot Of Weed
God can only judge me for this
They asking why I plain Jane not
Knowing I could've flooded my wrist
I'm just scratching the surface for real
Long live Maserati, paying homage blowing purp in the air fell asleep of Tha surpy in the chair, I'm leaning
Proceed with caution my nigga, I mean it
You know I'm quick to dumb out nigga, no reason
A lot of shots rung out nigga, we leaving
All this softball my niggas got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Money bring power, also hate and respect
They gon' respect my lil bread, but they gon' hate that I'm next
Still trapped out in the jacks, so they cut me a check
My brother tell me be patient, I need to put down the sack
But this music won't pay him, so I relied on the pack
Had to take care of family, how to survived in the trap
They say I'm bad news, shout out 757
Keep a 357, leave a hole in your melon
My mama told me no telling, so you know it's no telling
If I did it, I would, take me straight to my celly
Remember when I was selling, my grandma told me don't sell it
But being broke was a joke, and I wasn't him Carrey
Drake came with a tit, that's a hundred alone
Glick came with a dick, no homo as long
When it's beef, I get wicked, I might dress like a chick
Walk down broad day and walk off with a grin
All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
All this softball, my nigga got me pitching underhand
Broke my wrist in the pot, I serve it with my other hand
Shake back, shake back, that's my other hand
From the trap to the TV, we chase a hunnid bands
Thanks for watching
Writer: Jerel Mayo
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