[Intro]

Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Put ya sets up, put ya gats up, ayy

Bitch, I got now fuck who next up, ayy

Walk up in the store with my check up, ayy

Walk up in that office, where my check at?

Or I’m a blow this bitch, on my exploding shit

They like "You the man, Sosa", but I know this shit

They like "Please calm down, Sosa", but I won’t for shit

Blow my gun at anyone on my 300 shit

[Verse 1]

Rambo, Rambo, we comin' through like Rambo

Gun tote a hundred ammo, 300 animal

But don’t make me call them Spartans have 300 at ya door

They don't got no fuckin' swords, bitch, they got choppers at ya throat, ayy

I got my locksmith at ya door, ayy

Ayy, He pick ya lock, we in to smoke, ayy

Ayy, bitch, no talking, bitch, no bossin'

Ayy, then we out like vamanos, ayy

Her mouth on my D, I’m like "No teeth", ayy

She gave me the knee-knee and I went weak, ayy

Bitch, no Twitter beef, go call police, ayy

300 shit, my pistol with me and I am gon' squeeze, ayy

[Chorus]

Put ya sets up, put ya gats up, ayy

Bitch, I got now fuck who next up, ayy

Walk up in the store with my check up, ayy

Walk up in that office, where my check at?

Or I’m a blow this bitch, on my exploding shit

They like "You the man, Sosa", but I know this shit

They like "Please calm down, Sosa", but I won’t for shit

Blow my gun at anyone on my 300 shit

[Verse 2]

300, 300, bitch, I’m still 300

I still rep BD don’t I? I still got my heat don’t I?

Keep runnin', keep runnin' and I’m a keep blowin'

I’ma catch a motherfucker every night and every morning

Bang, bang, ayy

She seen my ice, she think it’s snowin', ayy

You try to take my ice, bitch, thank the morning

Is you gon' wake up to thank the lord, ayy?

Glo up like wake up you can’t avoid, ayy

If you don’t smell the coffee, we come through chalkin', ayy

Have this pistol on me, come through sparkin', ayy

I have my dogs with me, come through barkin', ayy

You ain’t have no fucking business talking, ayy

Ayy, boy, yo dogs some yorkies, ayy

Shitzu, boy, yo dogs some puppies

My dogs pit bulls, they talk with Glocks and forties

The cops grab me ain’t talkin' without my lawyer, ayy

I’m still coolin' with my youngins

You keep it 100, bitch, I keep it 300, ayy

Ayy, I’m boolin' with my youngins, ayy

I kill yo ass you foolin' with my money, ayy