Peewee Longway – Youngins lyrics

[Chorus]
That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start cocking
Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pockets
Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start cocking
Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pussy feeling cocky
Hundred youngins, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket
Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start cocking
Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking

[Verse 1]
.44, cock it, shoot it
Bitch, go prostitute it
My jaw still locking, screamin' "Fuck the prosecutor"
Bells on [?], juggin' deuces all on Bouldercrest
Jury still Gucci, touch that brick, get hit with KelTec
[?]
Hundred young niggas, they lay in your bushes
My jaw still lockin' while I'm [?]
[?] fartin' like a whoopie cushion
Sippin' on the 'Tussin, ain't no question, I'ma bust it
Chopper flashin' like a camera, call that bitch Lil' Kodak
Youngins in the cut with hundreds of [?], and switches, and stitches
Servin' junkies, jumpin' the fences, bells on the benches
Six digit, Balmain my britches, chickens in my mama kitchen
Trigger finger still itching
I'm Mr. [?] these bitches
[?] stick, we vibing
Got my jaw still locking, I can't talk to the bitch
Got a hundred on my thighs
[?] bitch, I'm fifty rich
I just [?] hundred green guys
Still thug, a hundred deep, I'm wit' a hundred rude boys
What the fuck my mama tell her son to go to school for?
We whippin' up dope in a pot
Put that dick on a thot, ooh
Audi Quattro [?] Lambo [?] the OG dropped off at my door

[Chorus]
That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start cocking
Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pockets
Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start cocking
Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pussy feeling cocky
Hundred youngins, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket
Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start cocking
Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking

[Verse 2]
Punchin' on them gas bags, you can call me Rocky
Broke my wrist inside a deuce, the [?] lockin'
Draco, lemon squeeze, I see you watchin', pocket watchin'
Ten bands on this carat, got me lookin' Liberace
Young and crippin' wit' the ice, just chop you like a [?]
My jaw still locking, I wake up, go get the [?]
Ay, fuckin' on a stankin' bitch, right across the street from [?]
All I want was top, ay, right back to the spot
Blue Benjamin, time to count it
Forgiato mountain, how dope boys ride in Atlanta
[?] sippin' so fill my script
[?] so put [?] all on the counter
MPA, brr, brr, big dipper
[?]
I double clip the KelTec

[Chorus]
That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start cocking
Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking
Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pockets
Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start cocking
Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pussy feeling cocky
Hundred youngins, they bustin', they pop and run that pussy pocket
Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start cocking
Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking