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montana of 300 & no fatigue - back to them racks كلمات الأغنية

[intro: montana of 300]
[?] with the heat
ah_ah!

[chorus: montana of 300 & no fatigue]
you know i’m saucy, boy, don’t ever cross me, it ain’t sh_t to get in all black (black)
we ridin’, we sober, man, ain’t sh_t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (pack)
all my fellas is fellas that’s strapped, run ’round, he get found with his head in his lap (brrat! brrat!)
right after he wack (ayy!), it’s back to them racks
you know i’m saucy, boy, don’t ever cross me, it ain’t sh_t to get in all black (black)
we ridin’, we sober, man, ain’t sh_t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (pack)
all my fellas is fellas that’s strapped, run ’round, he get found with his head in his lap (brrat! brrat!)
right after he wack (ayy, shh, ayy), it’s back to them racks

[verse 1: no fatigue]
steppin’ on merch, glock hit his head or his heart, divorce, i tear sh_t apart, slide on your gang
we hit his circle, no dart, a wrap for that boy like a scarf
put a roll on his ass, it’s like tissue, that boy seen a diss, get a missile, we ready to go, too official
cost me like a tee, gettin’ tea in this b_tch, no caprisun, i’m squeezin’ this b_tch
they break up, like i’m leavin’ a b_tch, walk up on him, he wheezin’ and sh_t, tape his top
now it’s even and sh_t, overboard, ain’t no even with this, he want smoke, ain’t no breathin’ in here (woo!)
turn that boy to a pack in this b_tch, all my fellas, they strapped with this sh_t, get you boxed
you hold off like a package and dip, skrrt off, get lil’ movin’ fast in a whip (woo! woo!)
uh, back to them bands, though, uh, blue and green on me, but this ain’t no flannel, uh
too hot to handle, uh, lit in this b_tch, i’ma turn up the panel, uh
drip like a candle, uh, and why they hate? ’cause i’m ballin’ like randle
my shooters’ll go get a bucket (bucket), go home, and just act like it’s nothin’ (gang!)
[chorus: montana of 300 & talley of 300]
you know i’m saucy, boy, don’t ever cross me, it ain’t sh_t to get in all black (black)
we ridin’, we sober, man, ain’t sh_t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (pack)
all my fellas is fellas that’s strapped, run ’round, he get found with his head in his lap (brrat! brrat!)
right after he wack (ayy!), it’s back to them racks
you know i’m saucy, boy, don’t ever cross me, it ain’t sh_t to get in all black (black)
we ridin’, we sober, man, ain’t sh_t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (pack)
all my fellas is fellas that’s strapped, run ’round, he get found with his head in his lap (brrat! brrat!)
right after he wack (shh), it’s back to them racks (tal’)

[verse 2: talley of 300]

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- montana of 300 no fatigue

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