No Reason

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Hook: YG] 100 bottles in the club for no reason Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 100 bottles in the club for no reason Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 100 bottles in the club for no reason 100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club 100 bottles in the club for no reason Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' [Verse 1: Jeezy] I’m in that bitch blowed smokin' like a Marley Jewelry so loud soundin' like a Harley Bottle in my hand but it ain't a 40 If nobody get shot then it ain't a party Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt I'm at the road dealer, I don't need help And the shit that I'm packin' make the seat melt Chopper ridin' shotgun on the seatbelt My doors open up backwards, no way No use talkin' like you still fuck with Jose Hella Avion, Perrier-Jouët Got some bad bitches fuckin' with my Fungsway So much rose gold, got thorns on it Got em' staring at my chain like there's porn on it Half a million dollar car for no reason And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons [Hook: YG] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le] I'mma ball on you niggas, I'm takin' all of they bitches Now they see they can't be us, try to fly with us nigga No facade my nigga, I'm zero tolerance nigga Over two things, my folks and my economy nigga Niggas gotta be kiddin', don't ever challenge me nigga Got a fucked up ass temper, I'd prolly kill 'em And I ain't the one to start it but I'd prolly finish If I don't send him to the grave then it's probably the dentist Look ya'll niggas should prolly listen All I'm speakin' is real shit, I should start a religion Ya'll lookin' like ya'll all on your feelin's When you see us in the club, all these bottles and bitches Fuck it, I got money for the case I got money for the ace, I got money for an eighth I got money in the safe 'Bout to pull it out and drop money on a Wraith [Hook: YG] [Verse 3: RJ] They call me R motherfucker If you with your broad you should cuff her, shit That's on my momma I'mma need three feet Cause these bitches want pictures, niggas want somethin' free Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey Slow poke, Joe Clark, nigga lean on me Crushin' only codeine, I be flirtin' with the fuego 100 bottles, can't even see the table Dope fiend, a nigga screamin' out the label Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll Hanging off the roof like what's up with that bitch Suckin' me and nigga's coupes, you in love with that bitch Niggas die for a lick, shots till we equal I made it out the sand but it's still San Pedro [Hook: YG]