300 Raccs

[Verse]

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 ****ing 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 Columbinе niggas

Shooters in the cut with the shy glizzy

Thе 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

[Outro]

Shit, you know the truth