300 Freestyle (No Sport)

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Reggie.AK

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Ain't no sport on this three hundred and she still fast as shit
I be jump out, with that iron
You make sure they didn't see
You get whack like lava lamp set the mood
Dumb bitch you get crossed
Oh yeah the mood hittin
Say they gettin, get back
Tell them bitches,reggie bring it
We made, him call, a hike
He gone say that's off the rip
Soon as you cross, that line
You gone be on fire, nigga
We be on drill shit, frozone, oh yeah

You stop the beat
Ak
My last name
Get him stretched
Hear they playin out my music, they won't hate when i'm around it
Gimme maybach
Gimme thirty bands up in it
From the works, that i put in
It felt like no sky was my limit
She don't really like her nigga
Tell that bitch i'm in they city
Left too, stretched out
He hear, bow, around his head
Before that beat slow down
Bring the beat
Hit record and
We was at the roadhouse 
Once you slippin then you gone
Oh god
At least the channel seven for em
I can't f*ck with nobody
In case yaw didn't know
You get whack like lava lamp set the mood
Dumb bitch you get crossed off that meter
Oh yeah the mood hittin
I aint worried for who next
they all gone get it
I aint splitting up they party, hear they cool, but we litty
Yeah, i be to with it
Get in the car, and leave my necklace
Bitch two ks up on me
But my cross for protect
I cant stress about them
Cuz them pussies, want me dead
They gone talk that, when you gone, they say nothing when you there
Me and froze got, em scared me
Iain't nothing like them rappers
When they fightin they pull hair
I aim to the top
Ain't take the stairs
You hear that fliss, know the snakes around em
Had carbons cocked
Comin out to texas with us
Talkin against me, getchu bust
For sneaker heads, they gettin one
Talkin bout they was brothers
How reggie get to cuttin up
Yo side hoe
Bring her in with us 
Had no time, i kick her out, she take the bus
Cap talk, bitch i know, plenty of em
A rap off, bitch i don't use my words
Problem solver
Grim reaper bag you up
They try get me off the song
But yo camp aint stoppin nothin
How you rappin bout a murder, i ain't ever seen yo gun
Know, just what i ain't, message that nigga or nothin
If you try to play against, me leave you slumped
Ain't no sport on this three hundred
And we still was pushing that
Aint no sport on this three hundred she still fast as shit
I be jump, out, w that pole
Make sure they didn't see
You get whack, like lava lamp set the mood
Dumb bitch you get crossed
Oh yeah the mood hittin
They say they get, get back
You tell them bitches, reggie bring it
We made, him call, a hike
He gone say that's off the rip
Soon as you cross, that Line
You gone be on fire, nigga
We be on drill shit, frozone oh yeah

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