300 Days lyrics

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah
Pablo Escobar sh*t
Came a long way, Frunny, what it do?
Gunna Gunna

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights, I been doing this sh*t all my life
No Donald, but b*tch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' b*tch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These n*ggas flexin' like they got it, but they ain't
My lil' b*tch, she gon' ride or die with me, she ain't no saint
My n*ggas flexin', pouring Lean, they pour straight out the pint
All of my n*ggas, they get it in
All of my n*ggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and f*ckin' these b*tches

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I swear to God I'm on ganja
Ain't nothin' but right there, I'm on it
Pretty lil' b*tches, they calling and texting me hearts, they saying they horny
Thousand dollar cologne
Got them b*tches all on me
Balmains on with a suit and tie, b*tch, I'm young and important
Pretty lil' b*tch with me gorgeous
And she don't ride nothing but foreigns
They blowing up my phone, your n*gga boring
I'm finna go touring
Make her start [?] Dallas, then Missouri
Run up a hundred, I'm dripping [?]
Me not getting no money, that's delirious
They gave my boy life, f*ck the jury
Hit hard, move silent, that's the motto
Running through bands just like I hit the lotto
Foreign my whip and I change my auto
Know that it's push start
I got a good heart
I just play my cards
The cards I was dealt and I just took this sh*t and I made this sh*t large
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights, I been doing this sh*t all my life
No Donald, but b*tch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' b*tch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These n*ggas flexin' like they got it, but they ain't
My lil' b*tch, she gon' ride or die with me, she ain't no saint
My n*ggas flexin', pouring Lean, they pour straight out the pint
All of my n*ggas, they get it in
All of my n*ggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and f*ckin' these b*tches

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Who move that work, sell it by the weight?
We drinking that Lean out the pint?
We having them racks like the bank
I copped the AK in the safe
Just a young n*gga tryna find me some pesos
Them racks steady runnin' a race
300 days, 300 nights, we in Vegas
We take this sh*t cross the nation, I'm rockin' the latest
Watch your step, a n*gga steppin' in Mason
Bought this kush, a n*gga leanin' and faded
Iced the Muller, boy, I think I done made it
Gunna Gunna, boy, I'm so underrated
Duke and Frunny, b*tch, we want us some paper
We loading clips and shooting shots at you haters
We the realest n*gga you imitators
Diamond water, b*tch, it's 40 pointers
Gunna Gunna keep the 40 on me
I don't think these b*tches really want it
Marble floor, these b*tches tippy-toeing
[?] Versace sheets, these b*tches sleeping on me
[?] these n*ggas leasin' on it
Getting money's all a n*gga wanted, all a n*gga wanted
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights, I been doing this sh*t all my life
No Donald, but b*tch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' b*tch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These n*ggas flexin' like they got it, but they ain't
My lil' b*tch, she gon' ride or die with me, she ain't no saint
My n*ggas flexin', pouring Lean, they pour straight out the pint
All of my n*ggas, they get it in
All of my n*ggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and f*ckin' these b*tches

[Verse 3: Frunny]
Trap to trailer, we pay the neighbor
Bring it to your city, I done tipped the waiter
n*gga send a skirt, you can get it catered
If you buy enough, I'll drop the wager
Treat the spot like hot thots, don't stay long, we get in and out
Everybody got a pistol in here, no Jerry, n*gga, this a stack house
Incense in the driveway, on everything, sh*t, that loud
Chola on the counter and the table, took the whole house just to count it down
Multimillion dollar operation, n*gga, you don't run, this our town
50 flights up, pretty b*tch blowing Backwoods serving downtown
[?] sticks in the [?] and that V12 when we sliding 'round
20 on me, take [?]
20 more bags sealed in the stash box
On the highway, f*ck the mattlocks
Scared of that money, scream, "Red rock"
You can get rich from right here, lil' n*gga
f*ck all that talking 'bout reaching the top
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I been getting cash all my life
Stayed down and I earned me some stripes
300 days, 300 nights, I been doing this sh*t all my life
No Donald, but b*tch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' b*tch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These n*ggas flexin' like they got it, but they ain't
My lil' b*tch, she gon' ride or die with me, she ain't no saint
My n*ggas flexin', pouring Lean, they pour straight out the pint
All of my n*ggas, they get it in
All of my n*ggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and f*ckin' these b*tches