300 Blunt lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
This a $300 blunt
White Runtz in New York
500, had to drop my nuts
Plug calling me Kawhi-ya
How I drop the bucks
No my b*tch ain't from the drive
But she drop the clutch
That's a purse filled up with ducks
Y'all lame ass n*ggas
Never made a b*tch buy you lunch
Splash up to the Galleria
Frisco for brunch
n*gga step foot on these Fendi's
He gone catch a punch
I ain't never been a sucker once!
Ole lollipop n*gga, your flavor is popsicle
.99 cent sto', what that Rollie hit fo'?
It damn shole ain't rose gold
Look like it come from Citgo
Yo hoes love that powder more than you
That's where that rent go
How the f*ck you a pimp though?
You and the dope man split dough!
All the P's know in the game
That ain't how sh*t go
The only addiction she supposed to have:
Is you, and pesos
The only thing that she supposed to grab:
Is what you say so
But you was on that play dough
So games gone get played, bro
That's what it is when it's on you
And it ain't in you, n*gga
That's what a savage b*tch gone do
When she run across a friendly n*gga
Put that ass on 'em
Text him daily, and be prissy wit' 'em
Soon as that n*gga get sprung
She need the digits n*gga
And a Bentley n*gga
Dummy...