303 anthem by GREY TRiPP Lyrics
Chorus: Shout out to my homies in the mother fucking 303
Got your bitch on me
Smoking hella tree
Sippin bubbly
At the L-O-T
With the light on me
Had to pay the fee with the fast money
Thought you thought it out but when the lights go out
Young money sorting out
Clouds in the roundabout
Bitch moving solids now the 12 in the bando house
In that bando house, shots go out
Bitch use my wallet like a mother fucking PayPal
Been two days since I mother fucking layed down
Come get your hoe, she’s in the fucking lost-n-found
Now we dogs on the run from the dog pound
Chorus: Shout out to my homies in the mother fucking 303
Got your bitch on me
Smoking hella tree
Sippin bubbly
At the L-O-T
With the light on me
Had to pay the fee with the fast money
DTR on some pussy shit
They here but we don’t fuck with it
Two sips and feeling hit
Lightweight for a 5’8 bitch
The internet told me to do it
Talking shit like fluent
Moving solids like fluid
Bitch money, Ima lose it
Stale Benjimans show my better sins
Fuck the 5th when I’ve been getting lit
I’ve been getting it, where’s the medicine
Got the Vicodin, got the bike again
I’m addicted, watch me lean ima sip it
I hit it once and I’m dippin
Only been here for a minute
Young but Ima flip
5 g’s in the backpack, like strap that, ima steal
Watch out cuz I’m in it x2
Lakeview got the 12 going crazy
Half-ass balling got the court going brazy
Hopped in the Suby now these posers tryna race me
Shot two times but the bullets don’t chase me
I’m producing wack bars like Jay-Z
Now these hoes with the Vera tryna taste me
Yuh, these boys tryna race me
Bitch, I ain’t shopping at no mother fucking Macy’s
Spent a hundred on hazy
Now the 12 going brazy
Chorus: Shout out to my homies in the mother fucking 303
Got two bitches on me and we’re wearing fucking Gucci tees
Sippin Hennessy at the L-A-V
Now the 12 can’t see
Now we got the green
Left that shit behind now we have OG
We don’t even fuck with that tree
Got your bitch on me
Smoking hella tree
Sippin bubbly
At the L-O-T
With the light on me
Had to pay the fee with the fast money
Thought you thought it out but when the lights go out
Young money sorting out
Clouds in the roundabout
Bitch moving solids now the 12 in the bando house
In that bando house, shots go out
Bitch use my wallet like a mother fucking PayPal
Been two days since I mother fucking layed down
Come get your hoe, she’s in the fucking lost-n-found
Now we dogs on the run from the dog pound
Chorus: Shout out to my homies in the mother fucking 303
Got your bitch on me
Smoking hella tree
Sippin bubbly
At the L-O-T
With the light on me
Had to pay the fee with the fast money
DTR on some pussy shit
They here but we don’t fuck with it
Two sips and feeling hit
Lightweight for a 5’8 bitch
The internet told me to do it
Talking shit like fluent
Moving solids like fluid
Bitch money, Ima lose it
Stale Benjimans show my better sins
Fuck the 5th when I’ve been getting lit
I’ve been getting it, where’s the medicine
Got the Vicodin, got the bike again
I’m addicted, watch me lean ima sip it
I hit it once and I’m dippin
Only been here for a minute
Young but Ima flip
5 g’s in the backpack, like strap that, ima steal
Watch out cuz I’m in it x2
Lakeview got the 12 going crazy
Half-ass balling got the court going brazy
Hopped in the Suby now these posers tryna race me
Shot two times but the bullets don’t chase me
I’m producing wack bars like Jay-Z
Now these hoes with the Vera tryna taste me
Yuh, these boys tryna race me
Bitch, I ain’t shopping at no mother fucking Macy’s
Spent a hundred on hazy
Now the 12 going brazy
Chorus: Shout out to my homies in the mother fucking 303
Got two bitches on me and we’re wearing fucking Gucci tees
Sippin Hennessy at the L-A-V
Now the 12 can’t see
Now we got the green
Left that shit behind now we have OG
We don’t even fuck with that tree