Montana Of 300 - You Know lyrics

[Hook: Montana of 300] You know the bad b**hes want me You know you p**y boys don't want beef You know I keep the forty on me Yeah you know about me, yeah b**h you know about me You know the bad b**hes want me You know you p**y boys don't want beef You know I keep the forty on me Yeah you know about me, yeah b**h you know about me [Verse 1: Montana of 300] Rapgod on my fly sh**, I feel like a pilot Karate kid, bandana and some nice kicks Keep that tool on my nuts, I ain't talking vice grips Check out my hip, say hi to my side kick Your b**h all on my dick, she like who you side with Told the b**h, I'm FGE and that is who I ride with Married to that money, no I don't need no side b**h I don't twitter beef, I just [gun sound], moment of silence Moved weight like a dolly, with itchy beside me Shout out my mommy cause that's who designed me I'm praying for her, while she beam up the Scotty This rap sh** and talking to god is my hobby Yeah I know he got me, you know I got bodies You get out your body, you gonna get bodied And you know the shotty got kick like karate No acting I call that b**h Mr. Miyagi So f** n***a try me, get wet like tsunamis A thorn in your a**, boy I'm wilder than Donnie And shout out to Talley, been rocking with Broski since day one I feel like we Chucky and Tommy Yeah that's my n***a like Apollo and Rocky These label can't buy me and can't make a copy Flow colder than Hockey, the greatest like Ali I'm coming, I came from the dirt like a zombie SQUAD [Hook: Montana of 300] You know the bad b**hes want me You know you p**y boys don't want beef You know I get the forty on me Yeah you know about me, yeah b**h you know about me

You know the bad b**hes want me You know you p**y boys don't want beef You know I get the forty on me Yeah you know about me, yeah b**h you know about me [Verse 2: Talley of 300] Full of possess, possess a lil b**h too much swag for these hoes Pluto Nash, space age, Im pimping and working Im bagging these hoes Like grocery lines, but they don't get a dime in minimal time No game, I'm scoring, n***as mad cause they just sit on the line Talking bout nothing, I come to the checks, we just cuttin' and back to that money No joke but you n***as is funny Hate that we shine 'til it's the opposite of sunny You don't wanna stand in that rain, ahead to the hell Lord only knows but won't tell No need for bail cause I never see the cell Beef you don't want it, better sleep on it Where's my wake in the morning I serve you a rest of your head, feed you this leg Breakfast in bed, DOA, not left for dead f** para meds, not just a pat in your head It's just like a cramp in your leg If you not prepared then, lord bless the dead You know what the deal is bih And you know that we drillin' sh** End what you thought and f** what ya heard p**y n***a hear this clip And your b**h wanna feel this dick She know I ain't with the feeling sh** She know I'm a dog, know I burry bone She gon' let me dig this ditch [Hook: Montana of 300] You know the bad b**hes want me You know you p**y boys don't want beef You know I get the forty on me Yeah you know about me, yeah b**h you know about me You know the bad b**hes want me You know you p**y boys don't want beef You know I get the forty on me Yeah you know about me, yeah b**h you know about me