歌词
[Chorus]
300 Blackout blow your mind, ****
Know how we comin', switchy blast, came with a flash, ****
They know we gunnin', drop a diss on your ass, killer
Can't go for nothin', **** fu', ain't got a bag, ****
Out here for nothin', bitch, you should be off your ass, baby
Go flip you somethin', red bitch ain't got no ass, baby
Just get you somethin' on the E-way, let it blast, ****
Ain't sparin' nothin', you smokin' who? These **** ass, baby
Ain't shot on nothin'
[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, I'm king Spin
Double M the kingpin
Swing a door and get up close, get on feet and blow that fan
**** shoot just to shoot, I'm hard to kill, these **** scared
Every time I blew my pole, DOA, I hit my man
And I put that on the Bible
I was sixteen, slingin' rifles
I influenced all you ****, I turned rap to Al Queda
Ain't goin' back and forth with ****, eat his face, ain't tryna fight you
And this shit ain't for the net, them hollows rip when they inside you
[Chorus]
300 Blackout blow your mind, ****
Know how we comin', switchy blast, came with a flash, ****
They know we gunnin', drop a diss on your ass, killer
Can't go for nothin', **** fu', ain't got a bag, ****
Out here for nothin', bitch, you should be off your ass, baby
Go flip you somethin', red bitch ain't got no ass, baby
Just get you somethin' on the E-way, let it blast, ****
Ain't sparin' nothin', you smokin' who? These **** ass, baby
Ain't shot on nothin'
[Verse 2]
On the gang, I stand on business, get it back like Larry Payne
Been through the rain, but I'm a soldier, ****, I was taught to pray
Dark times don't never last, flawless diamonds on the way
Free Reace Sosa and G40, that's them, the members save the day
First time flyin', it was private, Kodak had me on PJ
Long live Wiz, when you hear the song, put it on replay
And I'm gone until December, my first album on the way
Cracker dissed me and he heard the shit was stuck at TSA
Too much cheese at the feds, but I'm a rapper, my face gate
Just look me up on Google, I can fly with a honey cake
This shit global, ain't no competition, got fed off in the state
Long live Wiz and rest up Blood, ain't really too much shit to say
Got more hats and RIPs if IG fuck **** be say
I ain't signed no major yet, beaucoup millions on the way
[Chorus]
300 Blackout blow your mind, ****
Know how we comin', switchy blast, came with a flash, ****
They know we gunnin', drop a diss on your ass, killer
Can't go for nothin', **** fu', ain't got a bag, ****
Out here for nothin', bitch, you should be off your ass, baby
Go flip you somethin', red bitch ain't got no ass, baby
Just get you somethin' on the E-way, let it blast, ****
Ain't sparin' nothin', you smokin' who? These **** ass, baby
Ain't shot on nothin'
Written by: Brandon Wamley, Elijah Simpson
