100 Rounds

[Hook] When I die Just throw me in the ground When I die Better fire off about 100 rounds When I die Bury me when the sun goes down When I die I better hear that *gunshots* sound [Verse 1: Na$ty Matt] I'll never be shit Just another motherfucker in a hearse Every time I leave the house Bitches hide their purse I ain't ever been to church For what it's worth Farewell tour in Hell When they put me in the dirt Fucking priviledged bitches I pull up on sixes White box Chevy with the Tec And extentions Got 25 lighters on my dresser Yes sir Pull up with a bitch Looking like Fran Drescher Sex her, flex Naw I ain't text her Say she can do better But I don't even stress her Sold my soul for a G-Wagon Benz Bubble-eyed lens Fuck a bad bitch And all her friends [Hook] [Verse 2: Cash] Shouts out Master P Cause I ain't got no limits I smoke so much They think I got prescriptions I'm still tippin', sippin whiskey Blowin' fifty Countin' hundreds, I'm blowin' money Like God damn I'm Donald Trumpin' Na$ty Matt got the bass bumpin' So I'm kickin' verses like I'm fucking punting I'm blowin' dro like a fuckin' trumpet I'm pulling strings on you fuckin' puppets Torture chamber, you're in the dungeon Spit fire like a fuckin' dragon Skinny dude with big pockets Like God damn my pants saggin'