Baape
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
Yeah we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Now I'm countin up big racks
No cap, bitch its all facts
Got my baby girl with me
One day I'll fly her out overseas
Richer then all of my enemys
I be rockin a black and white Bape T
Ain't no way'll get clean
I'm still in the winning team
Cookin up some shit
Hit the booth and spit
Got a feeling this gon be a hit
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
Yeah we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Now I'm countin up big racks
No cap, bitch its all facts
Got my baby girl with me
One day I'll fly her out overseas
Richer then all of my enemys
I be rockin a black and white Bape T
Ain't no way'll get clean
I'm still in the winning team
Cookin up some shit
Hit the booth and spit
Got a feeling this gon be a hit
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
Yeah we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Now I'm countin up big racks
No cap, bitch its all facts
Got my baby girl with me
One day I'll fly her out overseas
Richer then all of my enemys
I be rockin a black and white Bape T
Ain't no way'll get clean
I'm still in the winning team
Cookin up some shit
Hit the booth and spit
Got a feeling this gon be a hit
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Lil boy you be ruining my apetite
Floating high up like a mf Satelite
Give me time, I might blowup like some dinamite
It really is Fight or flight
He be caping bout blasting on seight
Pop a tic tak make me slow
No I cant lay low
Keep up bitch, yeah I glow
I'm counting up hella bezos
She throw it back if I say so
No denial i'm getting the guap
Bitch we run it up
Ain't no way this is ever gonna stop
Belive it or not
Ima pull up with the mob
Ima pull up with the mob
Bags comming in for real
Whole team never had a job
Yeah, I let that choppa chop
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
Yeah we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Now I'm countin up big racks
No cap, bitch its all facts
Got my baby girl with me
One day I'll fly her out overseas
Richer then all of my enemys
I be rockin a black and white Bape T
Ain't no way'll get clean
I'm still in the winning team
Cookin up some shit
Hit the booth and spit
Got a feeling this gon be a hit
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
Yeah we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Now I'm countin up big racks
No cap, bitch its all facts
Got my baby girl with me
One day I'll fly her out overseas
Richer then all of my enemys
I be rockin a black and white Bape T
Ain't no way'll get clean
I'm still in the winning team
Cookin up some shit
Hit the booth and spit
Got a feeling this gon be a hit
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
Yeah we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Now I'm countin up big racks
No cap, bitch its all facts
Got my baby girl with me
One day I'll fly her out overseas
Richer then all of my enemys
I be rockin a black and white Bape T
Ain't no way'll get clean
I'm still in the winning team
Cookin up some shit
Hit the booth and spit
Got a feeling this gon be a hit
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm gon finesse
Got my foot on the gas
Me and my boys we be movin too fast
They stare when we pass
Ride or die
Live fast and die high
All I could see is jealousy
But I'm blinded by some ecstasy
Seen it all my best friend turned into an enemy
Lil boy you be ruining my apetite
Floating high up like a mf Satelite
Give me time, I might blowup like some dinamite
It really is Fight or flight
He be caping bout blasting on seight
Pop a tic tak make me slow
No I cant lay low
Keep up bitch, yeah I glow
I'm counting up hella bezos
She throw it back if I say so
No denial i'm getting the guap
Bitch we run it up
Ain't no way this is ever gonna stop
Belive it or not
Ima pull up with the mob
Ima pull up with the mob
Bags comming in for real
Whole team never had a job
Yeah, I let that choppa chop
Credits
Writer(s): Harald Schweiger
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