100 BARS

Bitch, hey, I got my own vision
I’m dropping 100 BARS and heading to Eurovision
My shit's blowing up, like bridges in St. Pete
I don’t trust, fuck, people, or fish, or their parents, hey
I got calmer when I got probation the first time (uh)
They’re already watching me, I don’t need to flex MAX (fact)
Seventy bars wrecked it, this is part two (hey)
Less than a week to release, fuck, all my opps are done (RIP)

One, two, three, go

I shoved my raspberry syrup down the game’s throat
There’s ice in a double cup, yeah (ah-ah-ah)
Saw your ho, I wouldn’t even let her in my mouth
She’s sexy, but the opposite, yeah (ah-ah-ah)
No writer wants to smoke with me
But for a feature, I’d sell my soul (ah-ah-ah)
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa, that’s how Extendo Clip sings
The opponent’s brains turned into a puddle (ah-ah-ah)

Broke rapper always in the same fit, but he ain’t a doc (phew)
Not tolerant to fags, even if he’s my fan (ah)
When I found out Young Thug’s a rat, I cried all day (hey)
Why say I disapprove? It’s just a track! You dumb? (uh)
Here’s a hundred (one hundred), and on the album, a thousand bars (ah)
That you’ll understand at least five, I seriously doubt (yeah)
Been dropping for ten years, you got wrecked by Chipmunk’s Alphabet (fuck)

A, b, v, g, d, bitch (pa)

I got swag like a congressman (uh)
I don’t divide people into broke or dumb (I)
I don’t divide girls into OnlyFans and whores (no)
She tells everyone we’re a couple, I just fucked her

But I’ve been over whores for a while (yeah), I want a beauty (yeah)
I want you in Paris and right now in the green room (yeah)
The scent, all in Tom Ford, your clothes smell like you
I’ll fuck you, love you, and give you cash, hola, hola

Hola, get up, man, I did it twice (yeah)
He wants smoke with us, he’ll be remembered as brave (pf-f)
Bitch says she knows, but she walks in Philipp Plein (bitch)
Dude, stop jerking off, better call your mom (oh, yeah)
My opp’s cross-eyed, we have different views on life (yeah)
Want performances? My rider looks like a wishlist

Pulling up, you can’t afford this (yeah)
We’re going to smash faces, quiet luxury (fuck)
Your bitch wants roleplay, but you only have money for hunger (hey)
Like an old man, got problems with organs (yeah)
Not about the liver and not about the adrenal gland (nah)
My ho’s beautiful, but she won’t give it in the ass, she’s a princess and a beast

On the block (skrrt)
Gentle and tender opps (yeah)
We put them on their knees with a Glock (grr-grr)
A kilo spilled on the tarp
Bury me on the block

The easiest sex, I seduced a Kendrick fan (easy)
I played They Don't Like Us, and we started singing it (hey)
I say: This is meat! Not like Drake’s (fuck)
I turned it up when it got to the petting
Ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck, she’s rocking (whoa)
She seemed super intelligent at first (yeah)
Not fun at all, I catch more cringe than I finish (whoa)
In short, that’s it, the end of 100 BARS
Fuck it all, there are no more bars, that’s all, the end–

Uh, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, I’m back in shape (oh yeah)
I’ve fucked so many beats, never caught HIV, my urologist is proud of me (okay)
My son’s ten, he’s out selling on the streets, I say: Hold on, son (br-r)
He said he doesn’t want to share profits, I say: Shut your mouth, pup (fuck)

Flexing on dad is forbidden (grr-grr)
Compare my life to broke, there are many differences (a lot)
Already got GPS
Why’d you come to Moscow if you don’t work here?

Ah, okay

Chicks want it in the ass (uh)
Chicks want it in the ass (br-r, br-r)
Chicks-chicks want it in the ass (whoa)
Chicks want it in the ass (hey)

Chick says she’s a neurotic (ho)
If not in the mouth, then let’s go in the pussy (fuck)
A year ago I bought her an ass (ass)
Now we’re going to buy her some bubs (bubs)
Bro, I’ve killed so many beats (fuck)
But this one has only ups (yeah)
Bitch says she’s experienced (yeah)
Then swallow, baby, don’t spit

White boy, I’m not Travis, I’m not black, I’m not Finnish (I’m not Finnish, fuck)
Like the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, all your tracks are mid (that’s bullshit)
I’m a window from Moscow City, I got bomb weed (fu-uh)
Bitch’s lying to me, but I see through her like she’s a zip (okay)

Started moving because of the wheel, call me Edward Kichigin
I thought it was the Miss Ugly contest 25, but these are your chicks
Not Black Star, but I also spent a shitload on coke (yeah)
Listening to Baobab, fucking a lot of babes, and there’s still doping

Soccer

I’m back in Stone Island and C-P (yeah)
Fashion will die, it’ll be forever, like beer and cigs (I)
Sold-out in Moscow, fuck it (fuck it)
I care more about the scores (yeah)
Jeans from Tommy Hilfiger, and a Napapijri anorak (whoa)
After training, we’re going to the woods for wall-to-wall, and Drizzy’s nearby
Hey, yo, my brother Water
What?
Bring some cigs
Okay
In the States, there’s no football culture, I envy Russia
Yeah
By the way, thanks Feduk for this beat, merci, bro (muah)
We’ll throw a GasMeat, nearby bandaging hands of the crew

I’m just emo, I need to hide cuts
Here every marginal, what did you want, these are the rules (these are)
On the right movements, like British drivers (I disapprove)
On Stonik’s, the crew, in this game, we have no equals (no)
On my bro, fresh patch, the nerve is immediately visible
From all over the CIS, the crew, bro, you signed up for this in vain (in vain)
Here faces on the asphalt will be more frequent than the markings (uh-uh)