Kodak Black - 300 Blackout (Lyrics)

Kodak Black - 300 Blackout (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Follow Kodak Black #KodakBlack #300Blackout #Rapcity ➥ Lyrics: Yeah, SG ain’t dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard? You wasn’t never this [Verse] Say, I was at the Marriott smokin’ Black & Mild in the elevator Some n*ggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save ’em Everybody know me ’round my way, I’m a bona fide gangster Gunslinger, I let it off broad day, them n*ggas was pointin’ fingers What the fuck I look like bein’ a hater? I made it happy for ’em My lil’ n*gga started touchin’ paper, I was happy for him I was in the cell thinkin’ I was comin’ home to you and me How it was before they booked me, but how it’s lookin’, it’ll never be how it used to be Come on, player I tried to spare you, I don’t wanna hurt you, but I’m ’bout to blank ’Cause loyalty is the fuckin’ virtue until it ain’t In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the Dracs, we on a date I heard a n*gga got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late ’Cause she been moved, big house, swimmin’ pool with a lake I’m on a private jet, just me and bae, we havin’ dinner And no, n*gga, ain’t no fuckin’ beef, I just come and get you I’m ’bout my issue, I don’t know ’bout you, but I’m gon’ deliver I’ma pop my pistol, I’ma hop out, shoot, I’ma run, go get ’em And the lil’ bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon’ wait Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face And steppin’ on shit, I left my footprints ’round the city That’s fucked up what they did to Young Thug, can’t let them get me I was freestylin’ this shit, I say, “Shit, I might as well just write it“ I’m a one-man army, I don’t need no clique, need no indictments I grew up in the judicial system, snipin’ and fightin’ In juvenile detention centers, incitin’ riots In the studio, two nights in off a gram of that meth Water whippin’ in my kitchen, sticks and glizzys on my shelf Treat the suburbs like the projects, turned the mansion to the trap house I was pistol whippin’, lil’ n*gga, I ain’t even notice, I just blacked out Fully loaded Blackout .300, a coyote one Kept shootin’ that n*gga, I blacked out, did it for my mama, her oldest son Everybody say I’m chosen one, the golden one The only one around my way done made it, safe to say lil’ n*gga knowin’ somethin’ Yeah, I’m a rapper, I smoke Runtz SG, snatch and grab, walk a n*gga to the trunk (I walk your bitch-ass to the trunk) I’m at the Panthers Arena, I’m high as fuck My bitch lookin’ like Ari and Taina all at once This Drac’ gon’ change a n*gga demeanor as soon I up Keep askin’, I’ma tell you exactly who I done fucked Bitch, stay out your feelings, I don’t be in your business ’bout who you fuck I keep a lil’ swoop, as soon I duck, gon’ get some new dust They at that bag, go get that sack all by myself Hit that intersection, I’m loaded up, I’m loafin’ up Got plenty routes, different directions, I’m never stressin’ And bitch, when I walk in this fuckin’ room, don’t ask no questions It’s KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the blessin’ Kill that boy, kill that bitch too, anybody get it Everybody get it Got gang in here, everybody with me Catch a n*gga where he ain’t ’posed to be, you know I’ma kill him And a friendship can’t do nothin’ for me when it’s ’bout my business If I catch me a n*gga throwin’ up that Z, then you better be with me [Outro] Catch your ass throwin’ up that Z, you better be with this shit