Discover the poetic beauty in ‘100 Bands’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Whoop, woo
You already know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat, hoe
Let’s go
Hunnid bands (oh, woo), hunnid bands (oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (oh), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, ten bands) in the right hand (oh, right)
Ten bands (oh, hey) in my left hand (oh, let’s go, yeah)
Make her best friend (woo) be her hype man (hype man)
You keep going big (woo) she wanna fight, damn (going big)
Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (cash)
I pull down on your city, in your city, they f*ck with me (city)
And these bitches fucking with me ’cause I represent my city (f*ck with me)
Kitchen dishin’, you can witness all this cash that we gettin’ (whoop)
If you started, we gon’ finish, whole gang with the bidness (here we go, bidness, bow)
Hunnid bands (oh, woo), hunnid bands (oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (oh), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, ten bands) in the right hand (oh, right)
Ten bands (oh, hey) in my left hand (oh, here we go)
What’s a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick (straight up)
Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split (split)
1-9-4-2, get the bad bitches lit (on God)
New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit (straight up)
Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21)
I’m on group FaceTime, me and all my hoes (on God)
You can send me nudes, on my mom I won’t expose (straight up)
Have back sweet, I’ma pass her to my bros (sweet)
Fake kick, I’ma let my brother catch the two point
Bitches like singles, Savage always got a new joint
Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink-oink
Work too hard bitch, you can’t get a coin, coin (21)
Hunnid bands (woo, 21), hunnid bands (woo, 21)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (straight up, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (straight up, ten bands) in the right hand (right, 4Hunnid)
Ten bands (hey) in my left hand (on God)
Santa Claus bag, hoe sit up on you (hoe sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (as I hit the corner)
YG got his shit together, he a business owner (oh, oh)
Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag (gotta brag)
The YSL don’t fit, I ain’t take it back (f*ck that shit)
Ella Mai trippin’, we do a lot of that (a lot of that)
But it ain’t ever ’bout a bitch, we trip to cobble Jack (skrrt)
Ayy, big bands on me, drumline (big bands)
I just let the money talk, don’t need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said, “F*ck the roof” (what is that?)
If you ’bout a bag, holla suu whoop (let’s go!)
Hunnid bands (oh, woo), hunnid bands (oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (oh), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, ten bands) in the right hand (oh, right)
Ten bands (oh, hey) in my left hand (oh, yeah, yeah)
More money (more money), more bitches (more bitches)
More milli’s (more milli’s), more riches (yeah)
Uno, does, tres, quatro, I got four bitches
And they squatting on that dick like they doin’ fitness
Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top (skrrt)
Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch (let’s get it)
I’m too rich to go through somethin’ about a thot, tho, huh
Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh, you a cop, cop, huh?
This shit serious (this shit serious)
Bad bitch gon’ give me brain, she on her period (she on her period)
In the trenches of Dubai, they don’t know where he is (where he at?)
Is that a bird, no that’s a jet, yeah, there he is (gang)
Hunnid bands (oh, yeah), hunnid bands (oh, yeah)
Hunnid bands (oh, yeah), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, let’s get it) in the right hand (oh, right, woah)
Ten bands (woah, woah) in my left hand