300 Freestyle (No Sport)

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 fuck 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