365

Lyrics

[Verse] Boy, you ain't gon' make it too far, booted up, 365 And my shooters, they shoot too far Still ain't told no lie, lil' boy, them choppa bullets give you that fye Eat your head like pie, yeah, yeah, XD make ya momma cry Blow ya ass up like a mine, uh-huh They be like, "Fuck them Slayworld niggas" You touch my gang you gon' die, on my momma Give a lil' nigga red eye Give a lil' nigga lead eye, uh-huh Uh, uh, lil' boy, touch the gang, you gon' fly Boy, touch the gang, you gon' die Uh-huh, and the Draco came with a pipe And I gotta catch my flight, lil' nigga And I'm ridin' wit' my T-Wood shooters, and my bitch, she booted And my lungs, they too polluted, and my hunnids too blue, uh-huh And we cookin' in the stu' off a blue Jugg his shit then took him home And we in DST with the flu, Hellcat make a nigga poop Hellcat make him do a loop, .380 Hellcat and it no roof on it Oh, that's your crib, then we drop a bomb on it Oh, that's your bitch, we droppin' some dick on it Oh, that's your wave, lil' nigga, we been on it Oh, that's your vibe, lil' nigga, we been passed it I smoke that OG, he smokin' on shit pack And, he think he gon' get his lil' shit back, can't get it, lil' nigga He think he gon' get his lil' bitch back Off of that 325, I can't rap My whip smell like lilac Hollow tips poke him like a thumbtack Hollow tips poke him, make him jump back Finna run it up like a line back Heavy weight, nigga, doin' jumpin' jacks Finna chop you down like a lumberjack Shooters, they keep that damn MAC Spilled the pint on my kicks, damn it [Outro] Let′s go empty the whole mag Let's go empty the whole mag Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let′s go empty the whole mag Let′s go empty the whole mag Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag Yeah, let′s go empty the whole mag Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag Yeah, let′s go empty the whole mag Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag