300 Miles

FTO crazy nigga, slatt, slatt, yeah Here come that man Boom , get out the way, huh Pussy, slatt, slatt, slatt Just left off the block with some pounds Won't touch back down from 300 miles In the city, this shit get wild she give me the drop why I keep her around I'm serving, come get a ounce isa 3.5 of za in the wood right now 6.4 in the hood right now Slide n hop out with drac we don't shoot at the ground Won't go fa the internet talkin we catch em n stretch em then slide out a charger Big boy switches on 40s Come through, planting n shit like we building a garden Can't take back what you said you was dissing now you gotta pick your poison I don't know shit about them robberies Still 6-0 on the score like Jordan Walk the boy down, he get stepped on in all white forces (fazosss) Lil' bruh was standing too tall So we chopped the young nigga to sizable portions uh Caught it and ran with the ball I touched back down to multiple sources If I go and get Stanley involved, it's over he live for murder and torture If he make a diss, I'ma get him shortly I was a young nigga in school and I knew I would blow Young nigga in school and I knew I would blow with the bros Let's go, slidin in a 6.4 If the narcs get behind me, I'ma burn up the road You want a tragedy, thinking bout whacking me must not know I got drac on the seat I put his face ona tee, he gon' go ina leaf While I race on a mfn beat Slatt'll go drink all the water in the mfn sea Before I think about saving a bitch uh slatt Been touching it down all 2023 and I ain't even lace up the cleats My get to the money meter to the max Facts it ain't no cap in the rap Packs, easily turned into racks Went broke, then he switched on his guys and he turned to a rat Just had a good talk with my medical specialist Pluckin he thought they was percs but I sold him some breath mints Rico they spot like a federal felony Tick with the drac, shoot first ian the one finna buss back Me 3 and 5 hit a move ona opps go slide outta hellcat charger quit playing jus put on yo mask Slatt and C5, gon' hang out the window and dump, 3 driving we really Dray, Stephen, and Thompson Just left off the block with some pounds Won't touch back down from 300 miles In the city, this shit get wild she give me the drop why I keep her around I'm serving, come get a ounce isa 3.5 of za in the wood right now 6.4 in the hood right now Slide n hop out with drac we don't shoot at the ground Won't go fa the internet talkin we catch em n stretch em then slide out a charger Big boy switches on 40s Come through, planting n shit like we building a garden Can't take back what you said you was dissing now you gotta pick your poison I don't know shit about them robberies Still 6-0 on the score like Jordan