"300" lyrics
(feat. BabyDrill & Tommy 2)
(Baby, give me some cash)
Ay, damn
The only way you make it out the hood, nigga, is with a M
That's a million or a murder, better get you one of them
Scootin' up on 24, see my reflection on the rims
I just robbed a nigga for no reason, 'cause I felt like jackin' somethin'
Ain't got that Drac', got that damn pterodactyl on
Bitch callin' me daddy, Gucci sandals, Gucci sax alone
Bitch callin' me papi, Gucci hat, Gucci jacket on
I got work from UPS, nigga know I got that package on
Street nigga, baby, don't ever play me like no rapper, homie
On the crib, we got tenses, all you need is a scroll
When you hit it, make it noble, is it clean? Is it raw?
For 48, know these niggas ain't never seen what I saw
Hit a block, leave it blooded, like a scene off a song
Ay, 'migo, I played the bench before I ever touched the ball
This shit be moving fast before I walked, I had to crawl
Ay, that's what the fuck you hear when the gangstas comin'
Ain't got no food in the kitchen, but I'm bakin' somethin'
Like a newborn baby, I had to spank me somethin'
If I ain't got that Glock, bitch, I'm shankin' somethin'
Two yellin' king of the hill, like on Hank or something
Turn on, hop out with skill, throwin' his face, they say drill comin'
In hell when you beat your body, you come back home with a street diploma (on gang)
Yeah, Santana, base color
Bro out there one spot with bricks, like he's in the back tryna build somethin'
I'm from the hood with your mom, your bitch, fuck around, and you can just live longer
Nickname the bat, Red Bull, missin' fly, straight to your door number
Rear boogie, your wings
I got rich cuttin' model with free loan
Mr. Tech, nigga chain like Deebo
Put a button on Glock, bitch, John went back to the stick, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no touchin' the blue like Rio
I go VVs on a broke bitch
I go BB like the barbers, frontline shooter, fuck a drop pit
Damn
The only way you make it out the hood, nigga, is with a M
That's a million or a murder, better get you one of them
Scootin' up on 24, see my reflection on the rims
I just robbed a nigga for no reason, 'cause I felt like jackin' somethin'
Ain't got that Drac', got that damn pterodactyl on
Bitch callin' me daddy, Gucci sandals, Gucci sax alone
Bitch callin' me papi, Gucci hat, Gucci jacket on
I got work-
Ay, damn
The only way you make it out the hood, nigga, is with a M
That's a million or a murder, better get you one of them
Scootin' up on 24, see my reflection on the rims
I just robbed a nigga for no reason, 'cause I felt like jackin' somethin'
Ain't got that Drac', got that damn pterodactyl on
Bitch callin' me daddy, Gucci sandals, Gucci sax alone
Bitch callin' me papi, Gucci hat, Gucci jacket on
I got work from UPS, nigga know I got that package on
Street nigga, baby, don't ever play me like no rapper, homie
On the crib, we got tenses, all you need is a scroll
When you hit it, make it noble, is it clean? Is it raw?
For 48, know these niggas ain't never seen what I saw
Hit a block, leave it blooded, like a scene off a song
Ay, 'migo, I played the bench before I ever touched the ball
This shit be moving fast before I walked, I had to crawl
Ay, that's what the fuck you hear when the gangstas comin'
Ain't got no food in the kitchen, but I'm bakin' somethin'
Like a newborn baby, I had to spank me somethin'
If I ain't got that Glock, bitch, I'm shankin' somethin'
Two yellin' king of the hill, like on Hank or something
Turn on, hop out with skill, throwin' his face, they say drill comin'
In hell when you beat your body, you come back home with a street diploma (on gang)
Yeah, Santana, base color
Bro out there one spot with bricks, like he's in the back tryna build somethin'
I'm from the hood with your mom, your bitch, fuck around, and you can just live longer
Nickname the bat, Red Bull, missin' fly, straight to your door number
Rear boogie, your wings
I got rich cuttin' model with free loan
Mr. Tech, nigga chain like Deebo
Put a button on Glock, bitch, John went back to the stick, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no touchin' the blue like Rio
I go VVs on a broke bitch
I go BB like the barbers, frontline shooter, fuck a drop pit
Damn
The only way you make it out the hood, nigga, is with a M
That's a million or a murder, better get you one of them
Scootin' up on 24, see my reflection on the rims
I just robbed a nigga for no reason, 'cause I felt like jackin' somethin'
Ain't got that Drac', got that damn pterodactyl on
Bitch callin' me daddy, Gucci sandals, Gucci sax alone
Bitch callin' me papi, Gucci hat, Gucci jacket on
I got work-
Writer(s): Sebastian Martell, Allassne Tope, Tyler Coolidge
