"300 BANDS" lyrics

"300 BANDS"

Huh, woah, woah, woah (Woah)
Boot up, huh, boot up, huh

Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh, huh
Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh
Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh, huh
Nigga, I make it look easy, still relaxin', huh, huh
He tried to steal recipes, he get the MAC 10
This ho is Christmas Eve, we gift wrappin'
He want smoke, we not playin' around, get yo' kid, snatched it, huh

He talkin' close to the round, we catch him lackin'
That codeine make me invincible, huh
She love me unconditional, huh
I just pop me a Perc', go invisible, huh
That's a whole lot of ones 'fore the decimal, huh
Need a front, it's additional, huh
How you keep snitchin', man, that ain't forgivable, huh
I look at you pitiful, huh
How is you broke, it's despicable, huh
I'ma smoke up habitual, huh
Your bitch here gettin' sexual, huh
It don't even make sense to you, huh?
She live with you, don't pay rent to you, huh?
Damn, that's tough, I feel bad for you, huh
Woah, I whip the pot, I whip the culture, huh
Woah, your shorty thot, your shorty told ya, huh
Woah, I think you know it, I think you know it, huh
Woah, how could you know it, but you still chose it?

Woah (Woah), woah-woah, woah-woah, woah
Woah, woah-woah, woah, woah

Huh, I'm next, uh, I whip the Pyrex, uh
Wrist a Rolex, you niggas rock a Timex
Huh, you can't even stand next to me, huh
I got stripes like a referee, huh
Oxycodone, it mess with me, huh
Molly got the best of me, huh

Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh
Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh, huh
Nigga, I make it look easy, still relaxin', huh, huh
He tried to steal recipes, he get the MAC 10
This ho is Christmas Eve, we gift wrappin'
He want smoke, we not playin' around, get yo' kid, snatched it

Four punches, I'm already lit, huh
Ferrari, just lean whip I sip
Fuck music, I'll trap out the zip, huh
Fuck music, I'll trap out the trap, huh
Can't focus 'cause I know she stripped
Fuck skinny hoes, my shorty thick
Fuck purebred, my shorty mixed
Fuck Gallery, I'm all in Rick, Rick, huh, huh
Fuck fame, I'm already rich, let's go
Fuck fame, I'm already rich
Fuck fame, I'm already rich, huh, ha

Woah, woah, woah
Boot up, huh, boot up, huh

Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh, huh
Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh
Three hundred bands at the trap, nigga, fuck rappin', huh, huh
Nigga, I make it look easy, still relaxin', huh, huh
He tried to steal recipes, he get the MAC 10
This ho is Christmas Eve, we gift wrappin'
He want smoke, we not playin' around, get yo' kid, snatched it, huh

He talkin' close to the round, we catch him lackin'
That codeine make me invincible, huh
She love me unconditional, huh
I just pop me a Perc', go invisible, huh
That's a whole lot of ones 'fore the decimal, huh
Need a front, it's additional, huh
How you keep snitchin', man, that ain't forgivable, huh
I look at you pitiful, huh
How is you broke, it's despicable, huh
I'ma smoke up habitual, huh
Your bitch here gettin' sexual, huh
It don't even make sense to you, huh?


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