Artist: Rich The Kid
Album:  0 to 100 (S)
Song:   0 to 100 Freestyle
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Fuck being on some chill shit, we go 0 to 100 nigga real quick
They be on that cuff and kiss a ho shit
I been married to the money in the trap bitch
Oh lord, know my worth got it out the dirt
bitches said I wouldn't make it pull up in a vert
[?] Migo jur [?] shippin the birds
skippa da flippa he jumpin' the curb
these old rappers they get on my nerves usin' & copied the words, oh lord went finnesin I'm on vet shoutout to yo bitch because she pull up with that wet
I cannot love her how do you trust her?
I'm fuckin' yo bitch on top of the covers she came with the rubbers
Niggas doubting, I'm still countin' I ain't worried bout it
pocket rocket keep it on me, go nowhere without it
Feels good to be rich, my life is the shit
I pull up in bently's with soulja soulja
the audemar dancing like nigga we made it
Trap still been jumpin', money still been comin'
ima fool with this shit boy
360 with dat wrist boy, this that rich nigga shit boy!
Trappin', trappin' turn into rappin', how did it happen?
The bricks, they dissapearin' like magic, the racks in the matress
Oh lord rich the kid ridin' rolls royce, Ima flex on y'all I got no choice
I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick, real quick
whole squad on that trap shit 0 to 100 nigga real quick
real quick, real fuckin' quick
I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick, real quick, QC on that real shit
I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick, real quick Migo gang on that trap shit