0 to 100 - Slim Thug

Thugga!

KK on d beat

I go from 0 to a hundred nigga real quick

Hold up, it’s my time to gone kill 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 niggas punks

If you ain’t rollin light nigga 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 bitch I gotta eat

Lost sleep to live this Boss Life, stop playing lil niggas get your money right

(hold up)

I went from hundreds to a million nigga real quick

I got that Facebook hustle, you could deal with

I’m the last nigga around here rapping on some real shit

Had your bitch 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 fucks 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 niggas

The all black gladiators come and deal with you

The short thick bitches that’ll come and chill with you

Boss Life Cigars, burning up the steel pitchers (look alive nigga!)

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, nigga

I don’t get tired I been up for 7 straight, a real nigga

But I ain’t never eat no booty in my life nigga!

I act a anus, should I start acting famous?

It has been over a year since I had to say what my name is

Used to fuck with ratchet hoes now my bitches 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 niggas 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 nigga

Lost and out here looking for a lesson, but I’ma school these niggas

Who these niggas claiming they cold, bitch I’m the coolest nigga

Repping in the streets showing naked, like I’m a nudist nigga!

Yeah, and we go 0 to a hundred thou, Houston niggas yeah we coming up,

but always coming, down