YT Frmdakaine - .300 BLKout Lyrics

Shit, turn me up in house, turn me the f*ck up in house, yeah, shit
300 blkout out, bring the lac out , with the flowers on it
223 put shit to sleep, so tell me how you want it
Dead niggas in this leaf, this shit got me haunted

I can't even function right, need mike up in the morning
Two cups of Quali off a Roxy , but I'm still aware
I'm down the way, when I pull up, she rip my underwear
Suck me like a porn star, pull up by her hair

So if she want this tote bag, I don't even care
I'm on Raymond with the stick by the bricks
Run up my back and shit be crazy every since
Try to take it, call me Andrew, I'm a wig

F*cked her once ain't call her back, a piece of shit
In New Haven with a new blick
Don't try to run these .308's, ripping through shit
Drake getting hot, ain't no cooling kit

Was on the block, I wasn't trying to be a cool kid
I'm from Boland back of the street, ain't shit but DOA
Glock put stars in his roof, but it ain't a Wraith
He could be dead today, watch what he say

Four lines to the face, it's an amazing grace
It's a different format, you can't take the wave
When I'm done, give her the boot, this ain't a rave
I ain't never finna run, that's on Wee Grave

Nigga, f*ck pro tools, I'ma bang
Big B-O-G, got his big shit on me
G-23, I can get him Swiss cheesed
If he speak of Wee, then he going ten beneath

I can't have a bitch, cause I'm knowing I'ma cheat
I ain't goin out like Trey, ain't no running up on me
Trigger finger itching, I'ma squeeze
Pull up with this yak, out the window with this Glee

All these bitches biting like a flea
Biting like a flea
Pull up with this yak, out the window, I'ma Glee
Shit

Got this big shit on me
Big B-O-G, got his big shit on me
Big B-O-G, got his big shit on me
Got this big shit on me

Big B-O-G, got his big shit on me