Rob49 – 300 Blackout (Lyrics & Video)

300 Blackout – Rob49 Lyrics

(Lucci, turn me up)

The biggest

Stop playin' with this shit, man

Yeah

Yeah, uh

Cost 300 Blackout, bought that 'Cat, nigga, shoulda went bought a Trackhawk

Poppin' outside with racks out, this ho fell in love, that's her fault

TDE, I'm top dog in the trap, ain't had a downfall

In the coupe, I took the top off, ask my ho, I put the MAC down

Tattoo on Jhene, new titties, on my wrist, it pissy, nigga

Law got jammed and plead the fifth one, I mixed Percocets and liquor

All my dogs want sour 4, I got rich, I feel like fuck that nigga

I'm in the coupe in the 'Yami, gettin' sloppy top from two groupie bitches with pills on me

Liquor on me, huh, bitches on me, huh, glizzy on me, huh

Shooters at the telly, nigga, done banned from Four Seasons

I rather OD before I turn to police, the fuck? (Bitch)

She real bad, make her tat Fox prints on her pussy (Yeah)

She real bad, make her tat the fox head, then I lick it

Stick my finger in her ass, she let me do anything to her with these millions

Take her phone, ho whipped another one out, this bitch really want her picture

I gotta tell this ho to chill 'fore I call my sister

My sister real ratchet, give her two racks, she whoop her ass instant

I been buyin' guns since I came in the game, pistol whip, you call me lame

I been buyin' chains before I bought a chain, came out the womb with a chain

Brother got way more hats than I got plaques, the fuck?

I'm in the trenches with a four-fifth on my lap, foo, yeah

I done damn near fucked every nigga bitch that I dapped, huh

I done went ham, put H town in a twist, shit

I done went and put every ho I ain't fuck on my list, huh

I'm a real pill popper, I pop Perc' 10s by the ten

Mama callin' my phone, ask me who I'm with, I told her the shits

Yeah, I can't allow no poo ho with me, I bought a bag to turn my bitch up

Neck and wrist, it cost three fifty, I dropped a yeah and get you bent up

Bitch can't lie and say that I hit her, I don't wanna fuss, I'm gettin' you switched up

This whole year, hit every ho on TV, she gon' tell you, 4Ski big one (Look)

I showed up to a couple of funerals that I done played part in

Why would you invite me to a fuckin' party I can't bring the carbon in?

I ain't tote no regular Glock in a minute, the clip gotta be extended

None of my niggas shot your bitch ass, it would've been above the chin

We with the shit in the skatin' rink, they had two-three posted in the locker

Every car I slide in BP 'cause I'm a fuckin' mobster

We sent like eight niggas to the ER, we got smoke with the doctors

Got that whole city pissed 'cause we fucked over they partners