Kodak Black – 300 Blackout Lyrics

Kodak Black Lyrics

American rapper Kodak Black just released a new album, Kutthroat Bill: Vol 1, ‘300 Blackout’ is the second track on the album, check out the correct lyrics to song below. 300 Blackout was co-produced by Ayo B and Dr. Zeuz.

Kutthroat Bill Vol.1 Lyrics

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Kodak Black – 300 Blackout Lyrics

Intro
Yeah, SG ain’t dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard?
You wasn’t never this

Verse
Say, I was at the Marriott smoking Black & Mild in the elevator
Some niggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save ’em
Everybody know me ’round my way, I’m a bona fide gangster
Gunslinger, I let it off broad day, them niggas was pointing fingers
What the fuck I look like being a hater? I made it happy for ’em
My lil’ nigga started touching paper, I was happy for him
I was in the cell thinking I was coming home to you and me
How it was before they booked me, but how it’s looking, it’ll never be how it used to be
Come on, player
I tried to spare you, I don’t wanna hurt you, but I’m ’bout to blank
‘Cause loyalty is the fuckin’ virtue until it ain’t
In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the Dracs, we on a date
I heard a nigga got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late
‘Cause she been moved, big house, swimming pool with a lake
I’m on a private jet, just me and bae, we having dinner
And no, nigga, ain’t no fuckin’ beef, I just come and get you
I’m ’bout my issue, I don’t know ’bout you, but I’m gon’ deliver
I’ma pop my pistol, I’ma hop out, shoot, I’ma run, go get ’em
And the lil’ bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon’ wait
Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face
And stepping on shit, I left my footprints ’round the city
That’s fucked up what they did to Young Thug, can’t let them get me
I was freestyling this shit, I say, “Shit, I might as well just write it”
I’m a one-man army, I don’t need no clique, need no indictments
I grew up in the judicial system, sniping and fighting
In juvenile detention centers, inciting riots
In the studio, two nights in off a gram of that meth
Water whipping in my kitchen, sticks and glizzys on my shelf
Treat the suburbs like the projects, turned the mansion to the trap house
I was pistol whipping, lil’ nigga, I ain’t even notice, I just blacked out
Fully loaded Blackout .300, a coyote one
Kept shooting that nigga, I blacked out, did it for my mama, her oldest son
Everybody say I’m chosen one, the golden one
The only one around my way done made it, safe to say lil’ nigga knowing something
Yeah, I’m a rapper, I smoke Runtz
SG, snatch and grab, walk a nigga to the trunk (I walk your bitch-ass to the trunk)
I’m at the Panthers Arena, I’m high as fuck
My bitch looking like Ari and Taina all at once
This Drac’ gon’ change a nigga demeanor as soon I up
Keep asking, I’ma tell you exactly who I done fucked
Bitch, stay out your feelings, I don’t be in your business ’bout who you fuck
I keep a lil’ swoop, as soon I duck, gon’ get some new dust
They at that bag, go get that sack all by myself
Hit that intersection, I’m loaded up, I’m loafing up
Got plenty routes, different directions, I’m never stressing
And bitch, when I walk in this fucking room, don’t ask no questions
It’s KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the blessing
Kill that boy, kill that bitch too, anybody get it
Everybody get it
Got gang in here, everybody with me
Catch a nigga where he ain’t ‘posed to be, you know I’ma kill him
And a friendship can’t do nothing for me when it’s ’bout my business
If I catch me a nigga throwing up that Z, then you better be with me