304 Lyrics – ALLBLACK
Singer: ALLBLACK
Title: 304
Call it out
Yeah
(StraightDropVanilla)
Yeah
It’s BLACK
I’m in her guts like Melvin did Jody mama
Dropped her off in midair, tryna take off the condom
Quick to scream out birth control when I’m inside her
f#cked around and made Max in the back of a Honda
Can’t trust hoes (Never), barely can trust my partners (Ever)
In the sprinter with three Glocks and a mint green chopper
My Cambodian n#gg#s blacker than Barack Obama
My migo n#gg#s knock the meat up out your enchilada
I’m fake famous ’round this b#tch, still pull up at Shoppers
Y’all know me, I walked down and hit for carne asada
Sour cream, extra cheese and a large horchata
Same n#gg# from the group home off UV vodka
No matter how much I got, I can’t leave the hood
Pushin’ up on n#gg#s like Stacy on the wood
J’s know me by my first and last name
Ain’t been packed out or hoed, my facecard good
Pull up whenever, wherever like Kirk from the Bulls
Stole my grandad revolver and took it to school
Them had an all black AP that held 32
I been turnt up since AIM, this fame ain’t new
Tryna ho me for some clout, like Dirk, I’ma shoot
Knock Keyana and her partner up at Fontainebleau
Put her dumb #ss to sleep like a Xanax do
Put a blanket on her dumb #ss like grams do
And these days, yeah, a n#gg# be tapped out
‘Cause of b#tches clout chasin’ and n#gg#s pillowtalkin’
Oh, I feel the 304, and ooh
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
Nut a cross on a b#tch head, now she blessed, ah
(Nut a cross on her head and now she blessed, ah)
And baby, I’ma need the fee if you wan’ be next, ah
(And baby, I’ma need the fee if you wan’ be next, ah)
And oh, I feel the 304, ooh
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
I got a warrant and I’m still at the lake clownin’
Thought it was p#rnhub, the way the b#tch backside bouncin’
On my dead partners, the b#tch cashed out for a thousand
Took off the Lifestyle ’cause b#tches be schemin’ and scowlin’
This b#tch poutin’, she say I’m never at the crib (Why?)
You don’t make enough for me to stay away from Fig’
Can you support my cleat habit, feed my kids?
Can you massage my back while I’m f#ckin’ your friend? (Thank you)
Can you mix that Patrón even with the Henn’?
I need a bag if you want this dick in your ribs
Oh, I’ma kill a p#ss#, let the b#tch live
I’ll be on tip like round four or five, Offset Jim
I need a house like Jeezy, three million on ice
Need to be able to buy that black ‘Rari twice
Ho I’ma stab when I get home, Kelly Price
I had ’em caned, send the young n#gg#s take your life (Yes, sir)
And these days, yeah, a n#gg# be tapped out (Can you keep me at home?)
‘Cause of b#tches clout chasin’ and n#gg#s pillowtalkin’
Oh, I feel the 304, and ooh (Oh, I feel it, baby)
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
Nut a cross on a b#tch head, now she blessed, ah
(Nut a cross on her head and now she blessed, ah)
And baby, I’ma need the fee if you wan’ be next, ah
(And baby, I’ma need the fee if you wan’ be next, ah)
And oh, I feel the 304, ooh
And ooh, I feel the 304 in you
I feel that H-O-E in you, girl
I feel the 304 in you
Oh, I feel like you a groupie, though
I feel the 304 in you
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