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Lyrics
[Chorus]
Hundred shots lined up on the bar, I want more
Hundred shots boxed up, stash it by the door
Hundred shots textin’ my ex, “what you call me for?”
Drink a hundred, pop a hundred more, then I hit the floor (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hundred shots on my tab, card look like a crime
Hundred shots in the group chat, left ’em all on read this time
Hundred shots in my DM, “pull up,” I just slide
Hundred shots in my system, can’t remember how I arrived (nah)
Hundred shots to my ego, still walk like a champ (uh)
Hundred shots from the haters, they just fuelin’ up the camp
Hundred shots from the DJ, all our anthems on repeat
Hundred shots in this bottle, feel it burnin’ through my teeth (skrrt)
[Chorus]
Hundred shots lined up on the bar, I want more
Hundred shots boxed up, stash it by the door
Hundred shots textin’ my ex, “what you call me for?”
Drink a hundred, pop a hundred more, then I hit the floor (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Hundred shots in the Uber, talkin’ reckless to the app
Hundred missed calls from my momma, say I gotta dial it back
Hundred shots at the bouncer, talkin’ like he know my name
Hundred shots in the VIP, we don’t ever move the same (nah)
Hundred shots on the highway, swervin’ like a game
Hundred shots at my future, still bettin’ on my name
Hundred shots in my liver, doctor sayin’ “that’s enough”
Hundred shots boxed tight, but I’m still actin’ tough (woo)
[Chorus]
Hundred shots lined up on the bar, I want more
Hundred shots boxed up, stash it by the door
Hundred shots textin’ my ex, “what you call me for?”
Drink a hundred, pop a hundred more, then I hit the floor (yeah)
[Bridge]
Hundred shots in my fears, I been drownin’ all week
Hundred shots for the nights I ain’t get no sleep
Hundred shots to my pride, but I still want more
Hundred shots boxed up as I’m headed out the door (headed out the door)
Details
GeneratedMar 27, 2026
Duration2:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive Southern trap-crunk hybrid with harsh male vocals, blown-out 808s and rattling hi-hats; hook hits like a chant with layered gang shouts and distorted ad-libs. Verses ride a menacing half-time bounce, sub-bass swallowing the floor; snappy claps and metallic percussion drive the energy. Final chorus stacks octave doubles and crowd vocals for a rowdy, mosh-pit-ready climax., crunk, pop, male vocals, harsh
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerModelAria v5
Prompt
Song name “100 Shots” , rap, trap, crunk, drink 100 shots, pop 100 more, 100 shots boxed, as I’m headed out the door, reference 100 shots with different examples, harsh male vocals, heavy 808s
