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montannaatm - get it done lyrics
[intro]
n_ggas know what the f_ck goin’ on, man
take sum gang, n_gga
ot6, n_gga, snitchk (that n_gga dave crazy, okay, bet)
[chorus]
twenty_six hundred for this wock’, don’t ask for sh_t about this pint
we make broke n_ggas put they cup away, this sh_t two hundred a line
i f_ck on b_tches that got motion, thick as h_ll, pretty and fine
i’m chasin’ the mon_yun, not these b_tches
it ain’t no fun_yun runnin’ from switches
the f_ck is the issue? just let me know
i’ll get a n_gga done_yun in these trenches
first n_gga run up, then he finished
almost ran out of tris, now i gotta replenish
i was tryna slow it down, but i keep sippin’
she throwin’ ass, so i keep grippin’
[verse 1]
you talkin’ that money sh_t, i get to it
the sh_t you be rappin’ ’bout, my n_ggas do it
i love that wockhardt, that be my fluid
keep talkin’ that gangster sh_t, you gotta prove it
she got a ass, i like how it’s movin’
all my b_tches bad, they gotta come boujee
this b_tch wanna know is i’m f_ckin’ her or i’m f_ckin’ her friend
she tryna confuse me
when i sign me a deal it’s gon’ be for that fetty
no cartier, b_tch, i want me a patek
i’m tryna make sure the whole gang good
buy mama a crib, drip her in baguette
addicted to green, my pockets got lettuce
stuck to that money like we had a marriage
remember that wop that didn’t get the message?
we did him so bad, his og put him the carriage
remember that wop that didn’t get the message?
they [?] his body ’cause foenem stood over him
the way we threw they k!ller down and f_cked ’em up
we had the opps embarrassed
even though these n_ggas my sons, i’m not they parent
spin they sh_t like dj pharris
i’m really him, ain’t no comparin’
i walk in, these b_tches starin’
i walk in, these b_tches choosin’
n_ggas hatin’, they lookin’ goofy
these b_tches throwin’ coochie
they hear my song, they shake they booty
a lot of n_ggas actin’ like b_tches, i think n_ggas fruity
man, how the f_ck you got a switch? you ain’t never use it
man, how the f_ck you got a gun? you ain’t never blew it
[chorus]
twenty_six hundred for this wock’, don’t ask for sh_t about this pint
we make broke n_ggas put they cup away, this sh_t two hundred a line
i f_ck on b_tches that got motion, thick as h_ll, pretty and fine
i’m chasin’ the mon_yun, not these b_tches
it ain’t no fun_yun runnin’ from switches
the f_ck is the issue? just let me know
i’ll get a n_gga done_yun in these trenches
first n_gga run up, then he finished
almost ran out of tris, now i gotta replenish
i was tryna slow it down, but i keep sippin’
she throwin’ ass, so i keep grippin’
[verse 2]
f_ck your homie, get got flamed
6 block shoot ’til we see brains
he wanted some clout, but he got changed
put him on the news, now he got fame
n_ggas know not to come around
we takin’ his gun if he not gang
n_ggas know not to come around
when they see me, they tuckin’ they chain
he duckin’ his taco, we aim at his brains
at the red light we gon’ block off the lane
bounce out and get ’em, this sh_t ain’t a thing
he not one of us, he ain’t score for the gang
[outro]
119, buff block
he not one of us, he ain’t score for the gang, b_tch
don’t get clapped
go
real tsg sh_t, n_gga, we get close up on ’em
brr
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