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300 Degrees
Hip-Hop/Rap
300 Degrees was released on September 19, 2025 by The Heir Corporation as a part of the album 300 Degrees - Single
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2025
LabelThe Heir Corporation
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Officialheir
Officialheir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Urbano Mederos
Urbano Mederos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
INHOUSE
INHOUSE
Producer

Lyrics

We so sick man, we so cold We so lit and we wit' ya ho
All my chicks don't trip, they know I'm Chico, good boy with the flow
So yes I go and I come right back I'm like Pablo, the way I run my trap
I get my dough just like my dad But I spit my flows like no one ever has
I'm really getting back to the things that make me glad
The booth, my habitat, my shawty she got some tats
So she think she hella bad, her ex be hella mad
Spit game on any track, put my city on the map
Still sleeping by a frape, wake up
And smell the coffee, you rappers just not me
Haters on my body, so I gotta get em off me
The hoes so salty, now a Chico saucey
And these thotties all naughty, I give thanks to the lord
While she shake to the floor, I can't ask for more
A milli cash through the door, for my moms not the store
She want the beach, not the moors, that's why I kill
Every flow, jack and jill, any hoe
Cause my candy medical, make a hoe touch her toes
I never fear the foe, quick to roll me up an O
While I'm sipping on the four, been chilling with the force
Not a sith but I'm a lord, still chubby but I'm solid to the core
I'm a boss of course, and you already know the rap game, my sport
Sweating it through my pores, yeah, whether rich or poor
300 degrees in the 305
I be smoking my trees and it's always hella fye
I be doing my thing, you cannot deny
I'm THC and the flow super fly
300 degrees in the 305
It's P.O.P. til the day a Chico die
Paper over pussy, every day and night
I'm Chico good boy, also known as Mr. Right
I
Gotta come right back, got a tongue like a strap
Ammo I never lack, cause I'm always coming packed
With the clips and the straps, give you a tick for a tat
Don't need a click cause that's whack
I
Be riding solo, a Chico not a Cholo
And that's my old flow, you writing to my old hoe
I'm live at Calle Ocho, get in love from cocolos
Gringos and the grown folks
Got it locked with my own folks
Shout out to the Cubans and the way that I do it
Under the influence but the cash I'm pursuing
Cameraman always shooting cause my life is a movie
Yeah, the name is THC, my Chico's call me Ub
New to the game but I'm far from a rookie
I be grinding hard just like you should be
A boss where you would be, on my team you could be
Smoke it like a Lucy, it's Finesse U
All y'all my students, I gotta teach em
Cause them boys looking stupid
Welcome to my new shit, 2017 is my turn to do this
300 degrees in the 305
I be smoking my trees and it's always hella fire
I be doing my thing, you cannot deny
I'm THC and the flow super fly
300 degrees in the 305
It's P.O.P. till the day a Chico die
Paper over pussy, everyday and night
I'm Chico good boy also known as Mr. Right
Written by: Urbano Mederos
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