300 Raccs

Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em I ain't giving all my time to a goofy nigga Drop a hundred K on a loser nigga (Laudiano) The first nigga send a mug, I'ma crucify him When you with the team, know it's do or die Hope you keep that same energy when it's you and I Water on my neck, I went scuba diving This nina fucking everybody, put the coochie on 'em Kamikaze thoughts, but the doors are suicidal If Rami did your pieces, why you always gotta ask sizing? Don't got the same check, when I flex, I remind niggas Back up off my jewelry, it'll blind niggas, I'm different If we hooping, shit get stupid, is you high, nigga? Pull up at a nigga school and Columbine niggas Shooters in the cut with the shy glizzy The MAC's supersized, a nigga up and fried 'em I'm buddies with Tom, I need my space Find me boosting up the crime rate if crime pays The last nigga lost his head talking 'bout I'm gay Shots fired, hitting hard as Bombay These streets, I got the key to, nigga, santé My flu flammer niggas know my feng shui Double Ds on the chop, shit get naughty Put the beam on a nigga, ask Scotty Here, put this bag in your stomach, nigga, potty .223 shells, ain't carrying no shotty Got Shanaynay in the whip, she's a hottie Bitch, I'm Drakeo, I am not no role model, I'm hot-headed Can a dog get a bone? Pippi Long made him drop dead I ain't even finna play with a stock clip Catch me beating on his head with these chop rounds He tried to eat a two piece and got knocked down Heard my presence in the room, make the spot hot I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I got my chop Foreigns on the corner, bitch, this my block Confirmed kills, we ain't sending out no pop shots Couple mops in the car, I'm with the shotters If you go against the team, you don dada Talk beef, we gon' turn it into lobster Ruth's Chris, I just caught another body I'm partying with lil' Meech, we at Papi's That's the mob, bitch, I feel like John Gotti All I need is Ben Franklin aside me Bruce Lee kicks, this chopper know karate Work him out, nigga should've knew Pilates You's a bitch and them niggas you with caca Two chains on, I'm finna start a riot Get the uchies, now my Insta' going private Never speak on what you really do in private Any nigga can get touched with the Midas From California, in my city, I'm an icon Los Scandalous, I grew up with the pythons I get dough, I be kicking it with Tyquan He portraying he a killer 'cause his mic on Bygones be bygones, I'm not that guy I can't be that high, gold bottles, baptize 'em Niggas get wrapped for me, F&Ns and MACs on me Do I even gotta say three hundred racks by me? Niggas get wrapped for me, F&Ns and MACs on me Do I even gotta say three hundred racks on me? Ugh Shit, you know the truth