300 Freestyle (No Sport) Lyrics

Ain't no sport on this three hundred and she still fast as shit

I be jump out, with that iron

You make sure they didn't see

You get whack like lava lamp set the mood

Dumb bitch you get crossed

Oh yeah the mood hittin

Say they gettin, get back

Tell them bitches,reggie bring it

We made, him call, a hike

He gone say that's off the rip

Soon as you cross, that line

You gone be on fire, nigga

We be on drill shit, frozone, oh yeah

You stop the beat

Ak

My last name

Get him stretched

Hear they playin out my music, they won't hate when i'm around it

Gimme maybach

Gimme thirty bands up in it

From the works, that i put in

It felt like no sky was my limit

She don't really like her nigga

Tell that bitch i'm in they city

Left too, stretched out

He hear, bow, around his head

Before that beat slow down

Bring the beat

Hit record and

We was at the roadhouse

Once you slippin then you gone

Oh god

At least the channel seven for em

I can't fuck with nobody

In case yaw didn't know

You get whack like lava lamp set the mood

Dumb bitch you get crossed off that meter

Oh yeah the mood hittin

I aint worried for who next

they all gone get it

I aint splitting up they party, hear they cool, but we litty

Yeah, i be to with it

Get in the car, and leave my necklace

Bitch two ks up on me

But my cross for protect

I cant stress about them

Cuz them pussies, want me dead

They gone talk that, when you gone, they say nothing when you there

Me and froze got, em scared me

Iain't nothing like them rappers

When they fightin they pull hair

I aim to the top

Ain't take the stairs

You hear that fliss, know the snakes around em

Had carbons cocked

Comin out to texas with us

Talkin against me, getchu bust

For sneaker heads, they gettin one

Talkin bout they was brothers

How reggie get to cuttin up

Yo side hoe

Bring her in with us

Had no time, i kick her out, she take the bus

Cap talk, bitch i know, plenty of em

A rap off, bitch i don't use my words

Problem solver

Grim reaper bag you up

They try get me off the song

But yo camp aint stoppin nothin

How you rappin bout a murder, i ain't ever seen yo gun

Know, just what i ain't, message that nigga or nothin

If you try to play against, me leave you slumped

Ain't no sport on this three hundred

And we still was pushing that

Aint no sport on this three hundred she still fast as shit

I be jump, out, w that pole

Make sure they didn't see

You get whack, like lava lamp set the mood

Dumb bitch you get crossed

Oh yeah the mood hittin

They say they get, get back

You tell them bitches, reggie bring it

We made, him call, a hike

He gone say that's off the rip

Soon as you cross, that Line

You gone be on fire, nigga

We be on drill shit, frozone oh yeah