[Intro: Dave East]
Uh
Blue hundreds

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I'm from a rock and a hard place
I took the cops on a car chase
Pull out the drop with the soft top
Belaire bottles or it's all Ace
I got the money to prove it
Your bitch in love with my music
All my young n***as is stupid
We be in Fendi or Gucci
Blue hundreds
I don't give a fuck about who saying who run it
Piss bad, get a new stomach
Cookie pack, I'm too blunted
We don't play with that
Save it all, that's the way to stack
N***as claiming they king
If they got the crown, Steve Harvey gave 'em that
Shop when I get there, I hate to pack
I met V on Four Deuce, Lenox Ave
No Santa, I'm in my bag
Old hammer get a n***a tagged
No manners, I get bitches mad
On 10th Street, gotta watch your body
Henny shots me and Stupid stoop
Pulled up in a new coupe
Two bitches with me like a new group
Henny straight since way back
If you know me, I don't do juice
Shawty put the seat way back
She could see stars, it's a moon roof
Got your friend, I got my man
We can play ball, that's a two on two
Done shit that you won't do
You could have mines, n***a we don't choose
Blue hundreds, they comparing me to Jason
You could hear them sounds n***a, they like who coming?
N***as talking all that tough shit
When it crack off hear their shoes running
Ambulance and the news coming
Ask me we ain't do nothing
Jumped out like a rockstar
These n***as sweeter than a poptart
Rolling dope where the cops parked
That ain't real Chanel, that's a knockoff
I be locked into Biggie n***a
Paying attention to how Pac talk
Drop a n***a like hot sauce
New handgun that's an and-one
We get low when the van come
Talking blocks, I done ran some
Gortex and my Vans son
I got too much pride I can't run
[Verse 2: Vado]
Hermes bubble, gotta fasten it
Goyard duffle with a half in it
Game of the Thrones, I done mastered it
Leather black gloves, ski masking it
Four five long when I'm blasting it
Snatch a newborn out a bassinet
Y'all don't wanna see how this bastard gets
I'ma keep shooting 'til the basket hits
'Bout to show y'all what a classic is
'Fore we show y'all what a casket is
Don't play with me, I'm hazardous
Go against the God, y'all blasphemous
Slime and East, y'all mad at this
Don't get mad at me 'cause you average
Once I get a nut then I'm passing it
Yeah we both fucked stop asking it
I don't do Macy's I'm Sak's-ing it
Alexander McQueen's, Air Maxing it
Got a stash box, fit the MAC's in it
We the new shottas, I'm Max in it
West side to the East side
B side to the C side
We ain't let a fucking thing slide
'Til them things slide and them things fire
I'm on the road, me and G.Y
We like Hov and T.Y
Biggie and Dough since knee high
Got a lotta hoes, you can see why
Need I say more, what you know about hunger games?
Paid for four but a dozen came
Take a loss, give you stomach pains
Go to war, put a buck and change
On your fucking head, that's a fucking range
Dapper Dan, I'm custom made
Stay on them, pills been up for days
Like Pac throwing up the Treys
Mink for a limp when I tuck the gauge
Only piff when I puff the haze
Talk slick, what the fuck you say?
Vado