Xavier Scott - 300 Degress Lyrics

Toe tapping cash flipping neck dripping mad bitches
Yellow diamonds pass lemon
Preme' up on my bag niggas
This shit got me pass trippin
All I want is raf Simmons
Think my future pass winning
Plans up in my stash nigga woah
Switch up on my niggas yeah I won't
Do this for the clout, yeah I don't
I just want so cash, couple O's
Riches from my rags I suppose

300 degrees
Hanging out the window feel the breeze
Got so many blessing thought I sneezed
Probably cause I practice what I preach
Oh shit
This shit crazy
This shit wavy like the ocean
Hear these hits it make them ask what's the commotion yeah
Windows down the doors go up I leave it open
Born to when unh
In a Benz with my mens going in unh
It's like 10 might just hit up JLN unh
Switching forms in these niggas feel like Ben unh
You is not my friend unh
I'm just being honest I do not me to offend unh
Red up on my feet the white the top like peppermints unh
I been way to high I do not know when I might land unh

Smoke up my eyes I might just crash
We always in first we never last
To far in this shit can't double back
Money on my line like where you at
300 degrees
Hanging out the window feel the breeze
Got so many blessing thought I sneezed
Probably cause I practice what I preach
All my niggas feast
In the dark
Hear them bark
They some beasts
Foreign cars, pushed to started on the streets
Changed my place change my number can't be reached
Shout out breezeh hear the bass when it bang
Shout out Eazy shout out squirrel
Shout out jalen ABM up on his chain
Shout out E man got some moves to change the game