[Intro: Montana of 300]FGE shitFire in the ChurchAnd all thatMay 20thThis why they call me the fuckin' rap god, man[Verse 1: Montana of 300]Tony Mon-tanaAnd bro nem got blown with the blammaI freed all the guys out the slammaI came with that bag like I'm SantaTwo straps on my hip like a PamperTry to check us, get popped like a FantaI will slide with that pole like a dancerCome up outta that tent like a camperDressed up in all black like a pantherI'm creepin' and crawlin', no tarantulaBandana my face in a flagChoppa singin' the national anthemI'm shootin' shit, candidThe clip's in a shape like bananaHe got only one watch in his grammarBitch I think I'm Thor with the hammerA.I. what I nicknamed my gunAnd yo' question, I stay with the answerIn the field, I will leave yo' ass lyin'In a hole, you get buried like SandersOh, I could black both of your eyesLeave your bitch ass lookin' like a pandaI get green like the hulk, no AtlantaRight after they check out my lines like a scannerGot your bitch on my dick, I can't stand herI hit now she think she all that like AmandaYeah, you know I ball like EvanderAnd she call me daddy like I'm Danny TannerThe pussy pink like she fight cancerI let that bitch give me top on the cameraWent down south from me like AlabamaI came and I made that bitch step like the gamma[Bridge: Montana of 300]It's too fuckin' easy!Get off me!I'm just getting warmed up in this mothafucka'Wooh!Wooh!Wooh!Wooh![Verse 2: Montana of 300]Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone deadShe grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long LegsShe gave me dome so long, I called her ConeHeadYou a send-offYou be taking orders, Good Burger niggaOld broke ass, pockets hurtin', niggaIs you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman niggaI discourage niggas, then dirt a niggaKlay Thompson got the Stephen Curry with 'emThat's a warrior we got with a 30 with emBoy this ain't a game, I ain't through with a niggaGet rappers' head like a turban, niggaMake 'em feel the heat like a furnace, niggaIf I wave it at em like a current, niggaThen he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, niggaWith his magazine from this ratchet sceneAin't no calories, I'll burn a niggaPut yo' greasy ass in a fuckin' boxThat's churches, nigga, I done murdered niggasIf i'm lyin', then God can come strike me downWhen I come up they gon' invite me outStay online talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em outHad to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike townAnd these bitches, they wanna be wifey nowI just did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand)I be drippin'', I know they don't like me nowSomebody please come and wipe me outI'm on the air no baselineWith a hoodie on like TrayvonI'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take timeBlack 40 singin', thats AkonI'm a real shoota, fuck James BondNo screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's FaceTimeBack to the green, like DraymondWhoo!But see me, I don't play no fuckin' gamesYou a goofy, a buford from the fuckin' lameYou wanna ride on my dick for some fuckin' fameGet sent out from your block, that's a fuckin' shameEven you know you not in my fuckin' laneI pulled up on you niggas like BirdmanAnd you know not to play with my fuckin' nameI know God gon' be real disappointed in meIf I choose to come blow out ya fuckin' brainsDo yo' pussy ass like I did What's-His-NameTake his ass out the fuckin' gameYou a toy boy you ain't got BuzzYou ain't hard, nigga you a fake WoodyCook his soft ass like some baked cookiesZip his body up like a Bape hoodieMy lyrics dope, I got crack for the fiendsHe thought he could see me, he imagining thingsHe ain't enough cash to come clash with the kingWhile you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreamsI'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion look cleanI come through with some shit that you haven't seenYou gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicksSomeone go get this pussy some vaginal creamThey call me Jabos, got that strap in my jeansI'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after KareemIf he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin'I'll give him a 50 like he Zach LavineBoy, you just a actor that rap like HakeemDon't make me come down like the wrestler StingTake L's like a knight when I slide like a bishopI'll checkmate your king then snatch up your queenI'm bout to blow like they passed me the greenJust got some new gadgets it's a mac with a beamMy gauge is Fantasia, whenever I singGet wet with this pump when it spits gasolineSee, when it come down to them barsBitch I got a whole buncha' lotta' shitYou can pay for this knowledge with scholarshipsRap god givin' hip hop it's oxygenThey find it astonishingEvery line, he's been prime like he OptimusShine like he polished himselfHad to grind to the topHe's been blessed, he's the bestHe's like Jordan in '96FGE who we rockin' withRecord labels mad cause he ain't signin' shitI thank God that I don't owe nobody shitFlow with an old soul like a moccasinGo tell 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's shitI just bear hugged a panda then bodied itYou irrelevant, you talk a lotta shitYou should write a book called "How to Ride a Dick"Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer shitBitches hope I'm signin' with my hockey stickMy 40 got 30 inside of itIt got Mr. Miyagi's karate kickI'll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket shipBullets bust in yo' face like you poppin' zitsWith them guns and big clubs he be droppin' shitZip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' shit
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