308 Lyrics

(No way, no way, no way)

(Tears of joy)

(No way, no way, no way)

Yeah, yeah, .308

Hit you in your brain

Leaving you insane

Fuck is you talkin' about, what

Fuck is you talkin' about, gang

Like I don't even know y'all, what

I don't even know your name

Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane

I just need to get away

To new grass, away from the snakes

New gas, going straight to the face

You'd die if you was in my place

You'd cry if you live my day

Sike, bitch, all I make is plays

You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang

Yeah, yeah, yeah now you're pissing me off

100 round drum and the crosshairs locked

Roll a big ass wood, but it looks like a log

If you hit this shit, you just might cough

Ima hit my, my, hit the milly rock

Why ya'll hoes all on my, Shh

What

Lil' bro pop the truck

Spraying and praying, because I'm a lil' crunk

It really don't take too much

To get like me, I'm a swaggin' ass punk

Bubba done passed me the blunt, before I take a hit, lil' bitch push up

Me and my mans on a hunt, that loud ass za, shit smell like skunk

Yeah, yeah, .308

Hit you in your brain

Leaving you insane

Fuck is you talkin' about, what

Fuck is you talkin' about, gang

Like I don't even know y'all, what

I don't even know your name

Spinning like merry-go-round

I done did it again, changing my sound

My momma keep saying, I'm smelling like loud

I still hope I'm making her proud

Yeah, but look at me now

I'm jumping in front of a crowd

This that shit that make me smile

Running up bands, since I was a child

Yeah, yeah, .308

Hit you in your brain

Leaving you insane

Fuck is you talkin' about, what

Fuck is you talkin' about, gang

Like I don't even know y'all, what

I don't even know your name

Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane

I just need to get away

To new grass, away from the snakes

New gas, going straight to the face

You'd die if you was in my place

You'd cry if you live my day

Sike, bitch, all I make is plays

You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang

(.308)

(Brain)

(Insane)

(Fuck is you talkin' about gang)

(I don't even know your name)

Yeah, yeah, .308

Hit you in your brain

Leaving you insane

Fuck is you talkin' about, what

Fuck is you talkin' about, gang

Like I don't even know y'all, what

I don't even know your name

Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane

I just need to get away

To new grass, away from the snakes

New gas, going straight to the face

You'd die if you was in my place

You'd cry if you live my day

Sike, bitch, all I make is plays

You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang