308 ft. OfficialJay Lyrics

Ayy, let's do it

Big Wok in my cup, don't fuck with the opps

Damn, the beat ain't even drop

Big Wok in my cup, don't fuck with the opps

We spinnin' right back, if I got to drop

We spin like the hands on a motherfuckin' clock

We get out the trap, just like it was hunnid

Not even there the pack, they keep comin

Catch how the racks, I'm thumbin' and thumbin

He Glock got a button, so he keep on runnin

Caught one to the back, and it come out his Stomach

The boe got a stench, it smell like an onion

The drac got a titty, this bitch hold a hunnid

Don't come out the house, that shit, it ain't safe

Big body benz dump 308

Catch my side, he lay if, he play

He speak on the game, that boy better pray

Made out the Jets, yeah, I made a way

long time for livin' on Section 08

No cap , yeah, I'm havin' my way

Hop out the Benz, then hop in the Wraith

Then I hop out the Benz, then hop in the striker

she fuck the whole block while I fuck with our wife

I ain't cuffin' no slug, get the fuck in my face, tell her bye-bye

We get this connection like wifi

The mother with the 5'9", she look tight

The whole lil' man, bro, stay in the trap

Back then, I was a hoss, get killed when I snapped

Fussy lil' man, bro, she was great crap

I'm sippin' on waffle, entertain me up now

I got the Glock with the box on the back

He run from them Glocks, he a runner from track

She be eatin' the dick, just like it's a snack

She come to the crib, I beat in the back

Damn, I'm really havin' like that

No cap , yeah, I do what I want

The pack kinda stank, it come with a funk

Up on the scope, that's somethin' that they want

He speak on the game, he get stuffed in the trunk

I don't wanna chill, I just wanna hunch

We givin' out smoke, just like it was lunch

Glock with the box, this bitch a pack a punch

One opp so big can't fit in the blunt

I'ma break her dick down

She spankin' her son, now I actually gon' frown

Yeah, she mad as fuck

Talkin' bout workin', nah, I better go

Got D in my pack , this shit got me stuck

Got D in my pad, I actually can't even move

I'm makin' this song while I'm clutchin' my tools

Lil' Ice Rice, but she ain't in her mood

I dance on the beat, y'all get in my groove

I know you step, but your way better move

When the trap get close, I stick and it move

twin APs, got J-Boy and Zeus

Who is lil ceejay that he actin' a fool

Yeah, lil' baby, don't care about your dude

She eat the dick like food

She eat the dick just like it's a snack

Seven four walk down step like a frat

He say he on fire, but he look like a match

Whole time, the gang like a lighter

That bitch eat dick, so you know I'ma wife her

Well, you know why I like her

We goin' to the top, meanwhile, you a hiker

Would spit on a bitch if she was on fire

She did the shit, just like you, a diaper

Got stripes on the street, they say I'm a tiger

That boy got braces, and Drake hit his wire

Can't fuck with that bitch, I heard she a liar

Got tired of the blicks, gotta switch on the AP

Be damned if a fucknigga play me

Walk on the beat, I feel it, I tay keith

Walkin' to function, this bitch is recordin

the feds want a case got a switch on my story

let's link with yo friend cause bitch you borin

Number one, I'm the greatest, I'm feelin' like Jordan

We spent many bags, so we the ones scorin

Whip out the scat, the engine is roarin

That's a bitch in the scat, her pussy is porn

So look out for all the balls, her nigga, he Martin

I'm chasin' that red fin to go buy a foreign

I'm whippin' that scat while she screamin' my Name

Gotta define that hoe, give her sly bad brain

B-Body Benz, gon' take her two lanes