Album Cover The Race Montana Of 300,type of beat he might use 85BPM

The Race Montana Of 300,type of beat he might use 85BPM

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I Just, I just beat another gun case

Now I can do shows outside the United States

I got shit locked it in the a motherfucking safePaper on paper like a nigga tryna trace

Gorillas with me and they love me they gone spray

But imma say I pray this cake don′t turn my apes up into

Snakes. Let me find out I will not miss you I'm not case

Cause I′m gone shoot you right up in your fuckin' face fuck

Niggas always run they mouth and wanna hate

I'm taking all them bitches out elimi-date

Get outta line I bet this .40 set him straight

This bitch got kick, free my nigga Kevin Gates

My gun be singing, it be spittin′ like its Drake

Mashed potato on the barrel, then I spit after it bake

Campaign, champagne when this .30 pop off

.40 bang blood drippin′ down his clothes, Scott Hall

And you know I'm squeezing triggers until all my opps fall

For life, i got bars I′m not Ray I'm not Claude

And my broski ′nem up next like I'm Lonzo I ball

Eating good and i put that on everything hot sauce,

Don′t act like I'm not God hope my flow is not flawed

Every bar is rock hard, bitch my lyrics drop jaws

Ever since I was a pup I knew I'd be top dog

Man you rappers not raw hang it up like dropped calls,

Bitch Im′ the truth don′t run no game you can't finesse

Make moves like chess up on these squares just call me fresh,

Green like the Jets, slid through New York, ball like the Mets.

Yo bitch she wet she peeped the dickprint in my sweats,

Went down they tried to count me just like a ref,

Bitch I′m self made, I'm CEO,

I cut checks came in the game started killing,

Thomas Chef caught my first .30 you couldn′t tell me I wasn't Steph

Panda Express we cookin′ cats I'm like the chef

I will Smith & Wesson up if he get jazzy like he Jeff

And i ain't perfect, hell yeah I done been in trouble before

Up in a, jungle with bro, we used to hustle and flow

Ain′t shit to catch a body I done caught a couple before

Man its the drug deal killer still juggle the flow

Up in the rental with a pistol and a bundle of dough

Man i been flexing on these niggas since N.W.O

Bad bitch on me want to put that monkey on me like Aladdin

I′m fly and my dick gigantic, she want the pipe like an addict

She bounce on it like a rabbit she scream my name got it tatted,

Pulled it out opened her mouth put my wood in just like a

Cabin, She a savage anytime, anyplace I nicknamed her Janet

Blew on me Orlando Magic thats gettin' top like an attic

Boy yo ass don′t want no beef, don't want no smoke,

Don′t want no static,

Toolie on my Gucci belt tote that hammer like a mechanic,

When these clips leave everybody wet, you ain't watching Titanic,

Wreaking havoc, heaters blasting sound like they speaking Spanish,

I get busy with this .50 it singing like Lenny Kravitz,

Blow a hole in you and yo bro like you was Goku and Raditz,

Bitch you average, I be spazzin I′m major pain on you maggots

FGE we keep green on us,

Like we from planet namek, May 20th "Pray for the Devil" on the way!

Rap God bitch I just did the Race