300 Blackout (part. YTB Fatt & Fox BD) lyrics

The Biggest Stop playin' with this shit, man Yeah, yeah, uh Cost 300 black out, bought that Cat, nigga, shoulda went bought a Track Hawk Poppin' outside with racks out, this ho fell in love, that's her fault TDE, I'm top dog, in the trap, ain't had a downfall In the coupe, I took that top off, ask my ho, I put the mack down Tattoo on Jhene, new titties, on my wrist, it pissin', nigga Law got jammed and plead the fifth one, I mixed Percocets and liquor All my dogs want sour 4, I got rich, I feel like fuck that nigga I'm in the coupe in the yami, gettin' sloppy top from two groupie bitches with pills on me Liquor on me, bitches on me, glizzy on me Shooters at the telly, nigga, done banned from Four Seasons I rather OD before I turn to police, the fuck? She real bad, make her tat Fox prints on her pussy She real bad, make her tat the fox head, then I lick it Stick my finger in her ass, she let me do anything to her with these millions Take her phone, hoe whipped another one out, this bitch really want her picture I gotta tell this ho to chill, before I call my sister My sister real ratchet, give her two racks, she whoop her ass instant I been buyin' guns since I came in the game, pistol whip, you call me lame I been buyin' chains before I bought a chain, came out the womb with a chain Brudda I got way more hats than I got plaques, the fuck? I'm in the trenches with a four-fifth on my lap, foo, yeah I done damn near fucked every nigga bitch that I dapped, huh I done went ham, put H town in a twist, shit I done went and put every hoe I ain't fuck on my list, huh I'm a real pill popper, I pop perc 10s by the 10 Mama callin' my phone, ask me who I'm with, I told her the shits Yeah, I can't allow no poo ho with me I bought a bag to turn my bitch up Neck and wrist, it cost 350 I dropped a yeah and get you bent up Bitch, can't lie and say that I hit her I don't wanna fuss, I'm gettin' you switched up This whole year hit every ho on TV, she gon' tell you, 4ski, big one I showed up to a couple of funerals that I done played part in Why would you invite me to a fuckin' party I can't bring the carbon in? I ain't tote no regular Glock in a minute, the clip gotta be extended None of my niggas shot your bitch, yeah, it would've been above the chin We with the shit in the skatin' rink, they had two-three posted in the locker Every car slide in BP, 'cause I'm a fuckin' mobster We sent like eight niggas to the ER, we got smoke with the doctors Got that whole city pissed 'cause we fucked over they partners