GS300 Lyrics

Yeah, yo Tillz what the fuck is this my nigga, this shit sounds like some smooth shit for e Yeah

Drapped in diamonds is how I wanna be

The greatest to rhyme, when you put on the beat

The Catalog is extensive, packed with sauna heat

Give my life to the public What else do you want from me

My style is Tyrese not baby boy but Hailburton

I'm pacing myself, fuck bitches, only chasing the wealth

Thoughts engineered in my brain, see i made them myself

Got my team on one accord, never mistaken for help

We on a need to know basis

Baggin hotties smoke biscotti, she on her knees trying to taste it

A flooded bracelet, driving a kitted out spaceship

You know you somebody when ya big homie is needing favors

Just know the Carter Block shit is forever

Getiing better, make endeavors, always racing to the cheddar

Hurt feelings, how I set the tone like the first inning

By Curt Schilling, give y'all careers a dirt ceiling

Like Nas in GS three hundred I stay blunted

I'm living for tomorrow, knowing that my day's coming

Nothing less than stellar whenever I say something

Elevating every time, y'all Niggas hit the play button

I work magic like Kobe in 09

I'm Darryl Hill, when I compose rhymes, queens Nigga that's showtime

Smoking this cougar like buddah, my old dime

Got my first piece of ass, listening to phone time

Capone N Nore, me and tillz back, the reunion

Momo assemble my lines, got the factory booming

Don't question bout my membership to the Syndicate

The same team, from the conception is who I'm ending with

I'm Jordan, at the free throw line, closing my eyes

Knowing that I'm good but ya team hope for demise

Garner high praise and I'm showing you why

Uber eats from flavors, Just know the goat has arrived

Feast up, my feets up on every track

Unstoppable force, flooding my music, levees cracked

One of the best to kick it, got a nigga with Messi stats

Paul George in Vegas, for his block I bet he snap