300 Days Lil Duke (Ft. Frunny & Gunna)

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah
Pablo Escobar shit
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 shit all my life
No Donald, but bitch, I'm with Trump
He got the gas and ain't talking no skunk
Got my lil' bitch with me from the gump
She got them things in the trunk
These niggas flexin' like they got it, but they ain't
My lil' bitch, she gon' ride or die with me, she ain't no saint
My niggas flexin', pouring Lean, they pour straight out the pint
All of my niggas, they get it in
All of my niggas, they with it
Jugging, finessing the city and fuckin' these bitches

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I swear to God I'm on ganja
Ain't nothin' but right there, I'm on it
Pretty lil' bitches, they calling and texting me hearts, they saying they horny
Thousand dollar cologne
Got them bitches all on me
Balmains on with a suit and tie, bitch, I'm young and important
Pretty lil' bitch with me gorgeous
And she don't ride nothing but foreigns
They blowing up my phone, your nigga 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, fuck 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 shit and I made this shit large