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[Intro: Jim Johnson & Lee Drilly]
¡Ooh, Chavo!
Like, what, like?
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Lee Drilly
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard?
Jack B's, jack bigger B's
Drop my sh*t we gon' let it squeeze

[Verse 1: Lee Drilly & Bando Gz]
Like, 300K, make them three hundred spliffs
If you 300 gang, suck three hundred di*ks
Spinnin' three hundred days with like three hundred grips
f*ck with 300, stay duckin' three hundred hits
[?]
That's the three hundred lanes, that's that 300 sh*t
Came from three hundred gangs, got like three hundred clips (Ayy, yo, it's that Bando n*gga)
Sendin' three hundred shots, hit a 300 b*tch (Up an O, and I'm adding a K, n*gga)

[Verse 2: Bando Gz]
Said you smoking on bro, that's a ticket to death
Hop out, hollows burning up they dreads
Oh they 300 Flocks? n*gga, everything dead
Smoking JB, tapping on my neck
Wanna cap for the net, tell me, what did they do?
Kay Kay burning, free lil' Cheddar Blu
Like Nazzy got packed, put him on the news
Heard Mula rap, why he in the stu'?
[Verse 3: E-Wuu]
Three Jets on your block, like what they gon' do?
Three MAC's, three chops, we finna go ku
We don't f*ck with 300 n*ggas, they fu
TG talking, like what did you do?
And I got a chop n*gga, better move
AJ pus*y, got beat out his shoes
Smoking Rippy, punching, got put on the news
Better duck when we bendin' through

[Verse 4: Lee Drilly]
Got hits in the music and streets, I could brag
Spin the opps when I get in my bag
Last opp that I caught, that n*gga went out bad
Still the bullet fragments in his back
Three deep on your block, we get to moving tact'
When we up it and dump it, they start moving back
Catch Nazzy BM, I'm throwing at her tat
And they daughter going with her dad (Nazzy, Nazzy)

[Verse 4: Bando Gz]
Like, like
Spin the courts, if you know, then you know
Yellow died, in align with his bros, like
Gun jam up, he get beat with the pole, like
Gunna with me, know brodie gon' throw
And he ran up the steps, b*tch we making a movie
Jacob died on his block with his toolie
Big EBK, like, salute me or shoot me
Smoking on Butta and smoking on U.E
[Verse 5: E-Wuu & Lee Drilly]
Like, why these n*ggas be capping?
f*ck Mezzy, f*ck Blay, got turned into ashes
Kenzo not tough, he rapping
Once you spot a Flocka n*gga, get to clapping
Like I thought y'all was cooling, what happened?
Nazzy got hit in his face, he was lacking (Ah)
Tanky dumbass in a casket
And JB went out by the store, that was tragic (I'm back in)

[Verse 6: Lee Drilly & Bando Gz]
If you shoot with the opps, then you getting clipped
I don't care who you with, who I hit
It's like I'm a [?] they could say it's lit
Treating Blood n*ggas like they Crip
Big YSL, tell them n*ggas free Dip
Mr. Pistol Whip Him And His b*tch
G5 lifestyle, feeling rich
n*ggas safe, so I tote a stick
Hold on, smack him like a b*tch (Malo)
Got punched in his sh*t (Nazzy)
That's [?] the rip
Reyway's not balling, they play for the Knicks (ReywayK)
Cheddar Blu shot himself in his di*k
Now how that n*gga gon take a p*ss? (C Blu)
I don't wanna ever hear bout his death(Oh, they thought I was done?)
Cause them n*ggas suck my di*k (Like, like)
[Verse 7: Bando Gz]
Jake and Benji got packed tryna spin
Leg shot, headshot for the win, like
Spot me an O, don't run, don't trip (OYK)
Boy's behind, we ain't stopping the whip, like
f*ck the 5's though, them n*ggas be capping
f*ck the Rey, they don't live what they rapping
OYK, know them n*ggas be acting
Catch lil Edot, on bro, I'ma clap him
I'm like "Brodie, keep spinning and spinning"
Move tact, pass the pole to the b*tches, like
Hop out gang, he run, get with him
Chase down gang, he fall, he finished

[Outro: Bando Gz]
Don't run, don't run
Ayo, it's that Bando n*gga, up an O and I'm adding a K
Mr. Jack Me Or Clap Me