Lil Duke, Frunny, Gunna - 300 Days lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Lil Duke, Frunny, Gunna - 300 Days lyrics]

Yeah pablo Escobar shit
Came a long way, Frunny, what it do?
Gunna Gunna

I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights
I been doing this shit all my life
No Donald, but bitch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' bitch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These niggas flexin' like they got it
But they ain't
My lil' bitch, she gon' ride or die with me
She ain't no saint
My niggas flexin', pouring Lean
They pour straight out the pint
All of my niggas, they get it in
All of my niggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and
Fuckin' these bitches

I swear to God I'm on ganja
Ain't nothin' but right there, I'm on it
Pretty lil' bitches, they calling
And texting me hearts
They saying they horny
Thousand dollar cologne
Got them bitches all on me
Balmains on with a suit and tie, bitch
I'm young and important
Pretty lil' bitch with me gorgeous
And she don't ride nothing but foreigns
They blowing up my phone, your nigga boring
I'm finna go touring
Make her start Dallas, then Missouri
Run up a hundred, I'm dripping
Me not getting no money, that's delirious
They gave my boy life, fuck the jury
Hit hard, move silent, that's the motto
Running through bands just like
I hit the lotto
Foreign my whip and I change my auto
Know that it's push start i got a good heart
I just play my cards
The cards I was dealt and I just took
This shit and I made this shit large

I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights
I been doing this shit all my life
No Donald, but bitch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' bitch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These niggas flexin' like they got it
But they ain't
My lil' bitch, she gon' ride or die with me
She ain't no saint
My niggas flexin', pouring Lean
They pour straight out the pint
All of my niggas, they get it in
All of my niggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and
Fuckin' these bitches

Who move that work, sell it by the weight?
We drinking that Lean out the pint?
We having them racks like the bank
I copped the AK in the safe
Just a young nigga tryna find me some pesos
Them racks steady runnin' a race
300 days, 300 nights, we in Vegas
We take this shit cross the nation
I'm rockin' the latest
Watch your step, a nigga steppin' in Mason
Bought this kush, a nigga leanin' and faded
Iced the Muller, boy, I think I done made it
Gunna Gunna, boy, I'm so underrated
Duke and Frunny, bitch, we want us some paper
We loading clips and shooting
Shots at you haters
We the realest nigga you imitators
Diamond water, bitch, it's 40 pointers
Gunna Gunna keep the 40 on me
I don't think these bitches really want it
Marble floor, these bitches tippy-toeing
Versace sheets, these bitches sleeping on me
These niggas leasin' on it
Getting money's all a nigga wanted
All a nigga wanted

I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights
I been doing this shit all my life
No Donald, but bitch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' bitch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These niggas flexin' like they got it
But they ain't
My lil' bitch, she gon' ride or die with me
She ain't no saint
My niggas flexin', pouring Lean
They pour straight out the pint
All of my niggas, they get it in
All of my niggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and
Fuckin' these bitches

Trap to trailer, we pay the neighbor
Bring it to your city
I done tipped the waiter
Nigga send a skirt, you can get it catered
If you buy enough, I'll drop the wager
Treat the spot like hot
Thots, don't stay long, we get in and out
Everybody got a pistol in
Here, no Jerry, nigga, this a stack house
Incense in the driveway, on everything, shit
That loud
Chola on the counter and the table
Took the whole house just to count it down
Multimillion dollar operation, nigga
You don't run, this our town 50 flights up
Pretty bitch blowing Backwoods
Serving downtown sticks in the and that V12
When we sliding 'round 20 on me, take
20 more bags sealed in the stash box
On the highway, fuck the mattlocks
Scared of that money, scream, "Red rock"
You can get rich from right here, lil' nigga
Fuck all that talking 'bout reaching the top

I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights
I been doing this shit all my life
No Donald, but bitch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' bitch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These niggas flexin' like they got it
But they ain't
My lil' bitch, she gon' ride or die with me
She ain't no saint
My niggas flexin', pouring Lean
They pour straight out the pint
All of my niggas, they get it in
All of my niggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and
Fuckin' these bitches

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