DeLo - 0 to 100 lyrics

[Intro:] Thugga! KK on d beat [Verse 1: Slim Thug] I go from 0 to a hundred n***a real quick Hold up, it's my time to gone k** this Still the trillest, they tell lies I'm a realist You might can't relate cause you're fake, feel this They popping bottles all I need is 1 to get drunk 50 deep but 49 of them n***as punks If you ain't rollin light n***a you ain't rollin right Dro done drop head but I still spent the least tonight Never trip but I still hit all yo bops Showed a TBT they be toppin d drop Throw back, had me all smiles Kodak You all on the phone trying download low jack Rap for fun but still making the funds Few friends, smoke guns, rollin Harleys like d vons Day 1, still cashing checks from "I Run" They run, and be like "he got a gun" Cowboys have Ferrari horses in them streets Started from the bottom b**h I gotta eat Lost sleep to live this Boss Life, stop playing lil n***as get your money right (hold up) [Verse 2: Delo] I went from hundreds to a million n***a real quick I got that Facebook hustle, you could deal with I'm the last n***a around here rapping on some real sh** Had your b**h think about me when she hit the gear shift This year I'ma let them know what it is Two tape dropping I'ma hit them in their rib It's the new 6 zeros, 4 doors on the kick Two hours outta state, zero f**s I'ma give Got her talking like “Oh Lord! Oh Lord” I know you watching over but I'm about to go for it I'm bout to bring everything back from '94 Got my check looking right like I'm working offshore Look I'm ready for whatever, for boys who want war Haters wanna tweet they ain't never gone score They ain't got no drive they ain't never on point How the hell they go ball they ain't never on court You can catch me in the paint like I'm moving on fours Sipping 2 lines got me slippin off course Two yellow thangs in that blue and white Porsche I'm on that sea wall crawling, you define yours Look this one for the OG's, the real n***as The all black gladiators come and deal with you The short thick b**hes that'll come and chill with you Boss Life Cigars, burning up the steel pitchers (look alive n***a!) [Verse 3: Doughbeezy] And I'm in the kitchen but only dope get cooked inside And you would think we UPS the way we moving with the white, n***a I don't get tired I been up for 7 straight, a real n***a But I ain't never eat no booty in my life n***a! I act a an*s, should I start acting famous? It has been over a year since I had to say what my name is Used to f** with ratchet hoes now my b**hes speaking different language I was raised to keep a hundred, and every year never missed a payment And I go 0 to a hundred, I run it, minus the track shoes City on my shoulders, I hold it until my back bruise They usually say I'm bad news Play the game to win, I only wear a size 10 But I bet I could walk a mile in Shaq's shoes (Yea!) The newest n***as that's showing boys how to do it bigger Hungry like I'm back in the basement and in the booth with tigga Diss me and you like Eddie Griffith, you just a foolish n***a Lost and out here looking for a lesson, but I'ma school these n***as Who these n***as claiming they cold, b**h I'm the coolest n***a Repping in the streets showing naked, like I'm a nudist n***a! Yeah, and we go 0 to a hundred thou, Houston n***as yeah we coming up, but always coming, down