380 Lyrics

My baby, my baby

Talk to me nice you know better than all them to talk to me crazy

Fuck with a nigga that don't got the patience

So you can save it for keeping me waiting

Most them niggas run a game or be playing

None of em me I don't do want be yo man

Back to the basics, the bitches ain't slaying

380 the Benz so my brother can spin

All of my niggas that's balling gone win

Love omc I wrote him in the pen

When Brody Od I ain't see em again

Momma could see it is was all in my tears

Me and big b we was sliding the whip

Us and lil j gotta ride from the pigs

Low in the k I get high then I dip

Fire the play he ain't standing on biz

Don't fuck with these niggas don't call me yo twin

How could say I ain't been on all ten

Fumble the bag and then djack to the crib

Chrome hearted wings who they flying against

Ain't have the time to be ticked bout a bitch

Blood on my hands creeping up on my wrist

Imagine the shit they thought couldn't exist

New Bentley Benz for my brother back then

380,380

My baby, my baby

Talk to me nice you know better than all them to talk to me crazy

Fuck with a nigga that don't got the patience

So you can save it for keeping me waiting

Most them niggas run a game or be playing

None of em me I don't do want be yo man

Back to the basics, the bitches ain't slaying

380 the Benz so my brother can spin

I am such a rude boy, no gossip who ya out with

My main thing I gave boss dick in the same fit she clean the house with

Chain hang like boss Jibbs, I done ran game like Jah Gibbs

In the wicks feel like John Wick

Ain't from Memphis like I'm Jah Wick

And I ain't hit but my dawg is

Bro why the reaper keep calling

Since a Youngboy I been all in

Took my daddy, I ain't know my kin

Herbie died during Quentin bid

And When Bro go out Lj dead

In a couple months it be a fucking year

Shawty wonder why I don't do pills

Muddy calling said our boy was killed

Riding out bet I grip Steele

But The difference is that I know deal

Label calling tell em send a bill

Momma friend imma fuck a milf

Do it right know she fucking will

Cold lil bitch come from boulder hill

Fake ass hoes better be for real

I Ain't never ran but imma run a mill

Soldier bands if you march the field

Shawty bed I'm feeling comfy here

She always wet cause I got the drip

She know my name it's written on her lips

From a Private thing finna grip her hips

From a public plane to a private strip

380,380

My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby

Talk to me nice you know better than all them to talk to me crazy

Fuck with a nigga that don't got the patience

So you can save it for keeping me waiting

Most them niggas run a game or be playing

None of em me I don't do want be yo man

Back to the basics, the bitches ain't slaying

380 the Benz so my brother can spin

All of my niggas that's balling gone win

Love omc I wrote him in the pen

When Brody Od I ain't see em again

Momma could see it is was all in my tears

Me and big b we was sliding the whip

Us and lil j we was riding from the pigs

Low in the k I get high then he dip

Fire the play he ain't standing on bizz

Don't fuck with the niggas don't call me up

380 the Benz for my brother back then