sett – 300 lyrics
[intro]
(i’m spendin’ racks money)
i’m ’round spendin’ racks money
deebo like deebo ’round this b+tch, ah+hahahahahaha
[chorus]
run with the black team, we keep it three hundred (yeah)
run with the black team, we keep it three hundred (three hundred ball)
scorin’ on n+ggas, they never bring nothin’ (scorin’ on n+ggas)
all these n+ggas be rappin’ above me (n+ggas be jumpin’)
broke boys ain’t havin’ no money (no)
ride in the city in the scat, a bulletproof truck
ain’t duckin’ no smoke, with these n+ggas ain’t nothin’
smokin’ dead sh+t, n+gga get turned to runtz
these n+ggas be lookin’ clanned
all them n+ggas my guys, step first with thе k!llers on the hunt
ayy, it take month just to knock somеthin’ down
shoot up them p+ssies from north to the mound (4k)
may every n+gga in the south stand down (slam)
turn up a n+gga for some ‘bows or pound
glock thunder, show them how i get down (come here, boy)
run with the ta+da gang, tap sh+t down (get down)
[verse]
thirty deep bumpin’ the aob house
n+gga won’t think about shoot up the trap
we ain’t have dope, we had cars and gun
three+five the better, i’m stuffin’ this blunt (stuffin’ ’em, n+gga)
i ain’t goin’ ricky, i’m shootin’ my thumper (ricky)
catch a hat if you drivin’ them commas (playin’ with numbers)
got speed for shooters who be thinkin’ they runners (fast sh+t)
gangster lil’ b+tch keep the glock in her jumper (glock in her jumper)
mashed the motor, i ain’t even get her number (i don’t want her)
slashed her, cut her, show her she ain’t nothin’ (sh+t+eater)
she get on an opp tryna keep it a hundred (i don’t want you)
i keep it honest (honest)
murder and love ’bout that money (that bread)
slimecrook, baby, low down or somethin’ (it’s crook)
te amo, headtap, uh (headtap)
crushed him, took your b+tch, he ain’t stuntin’
[chorus]
run with the black team, we keep it three hundred (yeah)
run with the black team, we keep it three hundred (three hundred ball)
scorin’ on n+ggas, they never bring nothin’ (scorin’ on n+ggas)
all these n+ggas be rappin’ above me (n+ggas be jumpin’)
broke boys ain’t havin’ no money (no)
ride in the city in the scat, a bulletproof truck
ain’t duckin’ no smoke, with these n+ggas ain’t nothin’
smokin’ dead sh+t, n+gga get turned to runtz
these n+ggas be lookin’ clanned
all them n+ggas my guys, step first with the k!llers on the hunt
ayy, it take month just to knock somethin’ down
shoot up them p+ssies from north to the mound (4k)
may every n+gga in the south stand down (slam)
turn up a n+gga for some ‘bows or pound
glock thunder, show them how i get down (come here, boy)
run with the ta+da gang, tap sh+t down (get down)
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