301 FLOW

[Intro]
Aye let's get it man, 301K in this joint man
(Up them poles on them Birdie)
Brrrrt!

[Verse 1: Breeziii, 301K]
Oh Lord, oh man here we go
I’m about to go off, with the 301 flow
Aye big bro Kris let em know
We about to go Trippie Redd and up the poles
We upping the poles
We letting em go
How many shots you never would know
Jewelry icy like December it snow
Run it up, get the bag, yea you know

[Verse 2: Breeziii, 301K]
We the Pillsbury gang, man we get the dough
People thinking that we playing when we hit the door
And we stay icy like an Eskimo (yuh)
And we causing chaos like some dominoes (yuh)
And the game like Cutler with the overthrow
We gon be mainstream, when we hit the radio
Your girl wish it's Christmas the way she keep the mistletoe
And I'm trying to live a life that nobody know
Why y’all so hot? I'm keeping it low
I do what i want ain't never controlled
Either i win or you lose, it just is what it is
Ain't driving no Honda I'm whipping a benz
Anything's possible, calling me Kim
You claim you a bucket but can't touch the rim
Dread head, ain't no waves i don’t swim
Taking your girl cause she wan win

[Verse 3: Breeziii, 301K]
I’m the top dawg looking like a kingpin
And I'm holding the game down like a Bobby pin
Never gonna give up not even after the end
And nothing is black and white I’m always seeing the blend
Don't follow the lead I'm setting the trend
You was hot for one season they calling you Lin
Forever like ink we stuck in the pen
Hit him three times never hear him again

[Verse 4: Breeziii, 301K]
Carrying the game looking like some cargo
Straight Bowie repping and the bro out Largo
Getting to the money, looking like Wells Fargo
I know you see my vision going really far though
I'm looking like Erron Black, I got the ammo
I’m never undercover, never rocking the camo
My bars hot burning like hot potato's
Got my bruvas like Don and Kai, I'm never solo
I got the money, (yuh) guapo
Plug named Jimmy.. (uh) Wopo
He stay wit his brother Johnny.. Bravo (bravo)
Choppa ring like a bell..taco (taco)
How many shots, (yuh) Quattro
It's red beams everywhere like a light show
You ain't no hitta, you really just type bro
My heart "Ice Cold", they calling me Lightshow

[Verse 5: Breeziii, 301K]
Calling me Lightshow, I never fall
I shot for the stars, and I'll always ball
All we see is yellow tape and white chalk
I have "1000 Ways" to get it all
No internet thug, my actions just talk
I can't wait until the hard work pays off
I'll never be an old trend like some crocs
And the gang got the thunder shoutout Big Flock
Band up or shut up, yeah you know how it go
Feeling like Keef cause the gang we gon glo
Grind to the the top, and one day we gon blow
(yuh, yuh, yuh)
14 in his back, we call him Bradin Cooks
I got him worried, shaking, shook
Christian Loubs, and they spikey, look
I know his moves I read him like a book (yeah)
I know his moves I read him like a book