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300

Hip-Hop/Rap

300 was released on September 21, 2025 by FMXV/Big Napa Records as a part of the album Unique

Song Details

Release DateSeptember 21, 2025

LabelFMXV/Big Napa Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM107

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Billyboy Fitch

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Billyboy Fitch

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Billyboy Fitch

Engineer

Lyrics

Fucked up said I wasn't coming back here

And I thought I would have learned from all my past years

I cried mad tears still I got damp beard

And now I'm looking Kodak when he act weird

And I definitely had enough practice

I elevated, now I got my masters

I been acting highly absurd

And now I'm dying of thirst, I need to go and see the Baptist

I was stressing a load

Had my head stuck up my arse

There weren't no telling me no

And ain't no telling where this session'll go

I just dropped 300 now I'm ready to go, woah

I'm a wreck head for dope

You could sell me anything andI won't ever say no, no

I'll test both and I'm taking a load

I stepped in selling of smoke, a couple Z in my coat, like

One, two, three, four, five, six

I just dropped half a strip, back to my old tricks

I be looking straight through you and I can't see nix

And I've been at it a bit, a fucking addict for this

But hold up, wait there, let me free you mind

A buck fiddy do the trick, you be off for glide

Aye, fine line between living the life

And then living a lie and I got shit to hide

I got 200's in a packet on me

Got me numb in the face got me slapping my cheeks

A fat reef and a can of MD

And I stand with a lean

Got me back in the streets

I'm like fuck it

Might as well go through now that I done it

Wiling out in public, I don't care if I'm destructive

Tell em all hush it, tough mushes

Woofing at the buff puppies

Love slutties, tell em that they can come and suck on it

Fucked up said I wasn't coming back here

And I thought I would have learned from all my past years

I cried mad tears still I got damp beard

And now I'm looking Yak when he act weird

And I definitely had enough practice

I elevated, now I got my masters

I been acting highly absurd

And now I'm dying of thirst, I need to go and see the

I was stressing a load

Had my head stuck up my arse

There weren't no telling me no

And ain't no telling where this session's go

I just dropped 300 now I'm ready to go

I'm a wreck head for dope

You could sell me anything

I won't ever say no, no

I'll test both and I'm taking a load

Stepped in selling of smoke, a couple Z in my coat, like

I don't know where I'm going, no

I don't know where I'm going, no

I don't know where I'm going, no

I'll let you know when I'm going home

But that not might be for a hot minute

Got bitches up in the front row and they're off divvy

Drop lyrics, hip and I hop in it

Skiddy diddy boppin it, I think I lost this shit

I been a shot it kid since I cold walk a bit

Breaking a box to bits, split and I chop the shit

I been so optimistic trying to lock the business

I got the hottest lyrics, ain't have no pot to piss in

Now I got 2 bad bitches that be gripping at my dick

Off a 300 like I'm King Leonidas

A right kid, grinding, now reaping the prizes

I swear in all my life I never seen nothing like this

Like, Got me itching my eye-lids

All it takes is dedication, lil bit of guidance

Go find it, all about precision and timing

Until I slide right back to where I first signed in

And I told myself I wasn't coming back here

And I thought I would have learned from all my past years

I cried mad tears still I got damp beard

And now I'm looking Kodak when he act weird

And I definitely had enough practice

I elevated, now I got my masters

I been acting highly absurd

And now I'm dying of thirst, I need to go and see the Baptist

I was stressing a load

Had my head stuck up my arse

There weren't no telling me no

And ain't no telling where this session's go

I just dropped 300 now I'm ready to go

I'm a wreck head for dope

You could sell me anything

I won't ever say no, no

I'll test both and I'm taking a load

Stepped in selling of smoke, a couple Z in my coat, woah

Written by: Billyboy Fitch

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