[Intro: Trippie Redd]
12 Hunna on the beat
Phew (Haha)
Oh (Okay)
Yeah (Yeah, bitch, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
N***as take the same route lookin' for some change (Change)
I can't understand clout, n***as want the fame (Oh)
N***as always run they damn mouth but ain't gon' do a thing (Do a thing)
That's why I keep all these blams out and aim straight for the brain (Boom)
That's why I keep it one hundred, keep it real
(I keep it one hundred, I keep it one hundred)
That's why keep it a hundred, keep it real
(I keep it one hundred, I keep it one hundred, yeah)

[Verse: Chris King & Trippie Redd]
Run it back like handoff, hundred y'all gang (Hundred)
Tell my Bloody run the same route, bangin' fire flame (Fire)
Always talkin' money, now you speakin' my language (Yeah)
Got three hoes like Destiny's Child sayin' my name (Say my name, say my name)
The streets I know is cold, it ain't safe, so we stay dangerous (Yeah)
Get reprimanded, scolded for the color of your handkerchief (Facts)
My n***a wanna travel the world, got a monitor for an ankle-t
Meanwhile, I'm tryna give the opp angel wings, so I spray to win (Blatt)
Hit the driver's side, no reason to live if ain't no driver's side (Nah)
And they don't shootin' until I decide
I'm 'bout my cream like Häagen-Dazs
We givin' dirt naps, no lullabies (Sleep)
I hope your mama kissed her son goodbye
Time box, or a wooden top (Casket)
I never questioned if I was good or not (Oh, snott, he dead)
Yeah (Yeah, bitch, yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
N***as take the same route lookin' for some change (Change)
I can't understand clout, n***as want the fame (Oh)
N***as always run they damn mouth but ain't gon' do a thing (Do a thing)
That's why I keep all these blams out and aim straight for the brain (Boom)
That's why I keep it one hundred, keep it real
(I keep it one hundred, I keep it one hundred)
That's why keep it a hundred, keep it real
(I keep it one hundred, I keep it one hundred, yeah)

[Outro]
12 Hunna on the beat