300 Blackout Lyrics – Rob49

Read the full 300 Blackout lyrics by Rob49 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rob49’s music, you can also explore I Don’t Want To Die Yet and Come & Go, two other songs by Rob49.

The biggest
Stop playing with this s*it, man
Yeah, yeah, uh

Cost 300 black out, bought that cat, n!gga, shoulda went bought a track hawk
Popping outside with racks out, this ho fell in love, that’s her fault
Tde, I’m top dog, in the trap, ain’t had a downfall
In the coupe, I took that top off, ask my ho, I put the mack down
Tattoo on jhene, new tit*ies, on my wrist, it pissing, n!gga
Law got jammed and plead the fifth one, I mixed percocets and liquor
All my dogs want sour 4, I got rich, I feel like f**k that n!gga
I’m in the coupe in the yami, getting sloppy top from two groupie b**ches with pills on me
Liquor on me, b**ches on me, glizzy on me
Shooters at the telly, n!gga, done banned from four seasons
I rather od before I turn to police, the f**k?

She real bad, make her tat fox prints on her pu**y
She real bad, make her tat the fox head, then I lick it
Stick my finger in her ass, she let me do anything to her with these millions
Take her phone, hoe whipped another one out, this b**ch really want her picture
I gotta tell this ho to chill, before I call my sister
My sister real ratchet, give her two racks, she whoop her ass instant
I been buying guns since I came in the game, pistol whip, you call me lame
I been buying chains before I bought a chain, came out the womb with a chain
brudda I got way more hats than I got plaques, the f**k?
I’m in the trenches with a 450 on my lap, foo, yeah
I done damn near f**ked every n!gga b**ch that I dapped, huh
I done went ham, put h town in a twist, s*it
I done went and put every h*e I ain’t f**k on my list, huh
I’m a real pill popper, I pop perc 10s by the 10
Mama calling my phone, ask me who I’m with, I told her the s*its
Yeah, I can’t allow no poo ho with me
I bought a bag to turn my b**ch up
Neck and wrist, it cost 350
I dropped a yeah and get you bent up
B**ch, can’t lie and say that I hit her
I don’t wanna fuss, I’m getting you switched up

This whole year hit every ho on tv, she gon’ tell you, 4ski, big one

I showed up to a couple of funerals that I done played part in
Why would you invite me to a f**king party I can’t bring the carbon in?
I ain’t tote no regular glock in a minute, the clip gotta be extended
None of my n!ggas shot your b**ch, yeah, it would’ve been above the chin
We with the s*it in the skating rink, they had two-three posted in the locker
Every car slide in bp, ’cause I’m a f**king mobster
We sent like eight n!ggas to the er, we got smoke with the doctors
Got that whole city pissed ’cause we f**ked over they partners