50 100 (Explicit)

Produced by: TREETIME

Skit Vocal by: MC F.Port/PlanZ普兰兹一

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞

MC F.Port’s Intro:

Damn, man, yo, gimmie the mic, man, gimmie the mic

Be quick, be quick, the king is here (It’s him?)

Yo of course man, it’s him man, just be quick

Come on, gimmie the mic, yeah let’s go man, shit

Ladies and gentlemen

All the way from different continent

Get ready for a Nanking City represent

The number one in the game

The master of the vibe

Yet he’s here to tell the Vision

The one and only on the planet

Stevv, let’s gooo

Stevv Tsui:

Throw it up

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, ooh

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah

100s on 50s on 50s on-

Aye, aye

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s

I pullin’ up, know you bitches don’t want it

Up in this club like we own it

See you in there actin’ phony

Tell your bitch don’t get near

And tell your lil brodie we pourin’ ‘Tell

Don’t you tryna compare, this bottle is rare

Sometimes I feel lonely, but never gon’ catch me shredded

Know these pendants done cried me some tears

Now somebo-, woah, somebody, please, somebody tell me to stop

Woah, I’m goin to top, I’m goin off the top

I’m goin off, this shit ain’t gon’ stop, woah

I get a lot, with some hella poppers

I surround myself with some hella droppers

We wildin’, might pull at a helicopter (Grrrah)

Why you actin’ so hard like you still at Oscar

I need y’all to, ugh

Back it up, for what’s comin’ down

There’s more shots to this hunnid round

Rev’s got enough, someone hold him down

What goes around, finally comes around

Turn the music louder, I don’t hear a sound

And please, quit talkin’ on ear, boy, I don’t hear you either, man

Just pour it up, man, throw it up (Let go)

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, ooh

100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah

100s on 50s on 50s on- (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

Aye, yeah, 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s

Lil thottie a baddie plus she wanna eat me

Go tell the bar tender keep it pleaded

They servin’ Voss and my neck water Fiji

Throwin’ some 100s on 50s on 50s

I’m back in this bitch and this shit gettin litty

Done gave her some Cash, now pass her to-

PlanZ’s Phone Call:

Yo bruh, get you ass outta club, man

There’s something’ wrong with the money, bro

Yo, shut the fuck up, bitch, I’m tryna talk, man, I’m on my phone, hol’up

Man, you do whatever you do in the frontline, but

If they tryna finesse you in the back, man

Who get the loot?