Montana Of 300 - I Don't Like FGEmix lyrics

This right here that real rap This beat I'm a k** that My pockets uncle Phil fat 2 gun cases I'm still strapped Yehhhh it's Montana yeh I'm the one your b**h like I'm your b**h type n***a you that b**h type You wanna go to war you must hate your life life And all that money don't makes sh** f** em take your life New world harder I wear heat like the slodder Got gunz inside of your daughter don't f** around or get slaughtered You n***as say you want beefing I got that murda sh** for ya Thug 2 gun cases last year in got christmas all with my lawyerr b**h I ball like a hoya Go get brains I'm the toyer Than go's like dick in there sister I tapp that b**h like a butcher All of my n***as is pushers We f**ing paid like a hooker You wanna play with a gangster You better be Ashton Kutcher This is more than that rappin This is how this sh** happened Round of applause with them choppers Me and my partners be clappin All of my n***as is eating Like Tally pa** me a muffin I swear this n***as are actin Samual Jackson I can like stay bout that action I turn that a** to a fraction If n***as asking I'm whacking It ain't no day that I'm lackin So way day b**h I'm packin While I hussle and sackin That ratchets under my jackets for n***as think about jacking I just up with them popping cop this the day that I'm coppin Well n***a sh** try to nack it that b**h blast off like a rocket And b**h I promise I don't play with ya we are not the same n***a You ain't in my lane n***a I've never been no lame n***a No this is not a game n***a I come there where you stay n***a Like knock knock who's there it's mister let that 40 bang n***a Blow out your f**ing brains n***a men system who hang with ya God knows it is ain't sh** for me I do this as the same n***a Your sweet as a kiwi I'm 300 no BD Got plans around the ocean Yo son sh** like a TV No n***a u don't wanna see me Hop out that whip like a genie Spray yo a** like graffiti and put that on my next CD My Cali Kobe loaded lux so n***a u gon get this work I can swag I can surf when I blast u get murked put his a** in the dirt and not a sag on a shirt That's no joke he got smoked like a bag of this purp It's FGE and they south they know I'm flyer than em U would think it's sweet if u want it come on and try it n***a Your not a rider them pradas don't come with tires n***a I put that heat to yo head head yea I'd blow dry a n***a I'm Freddy Krueger mixed up with sum Michael myers n***a Jeepers creepers and Jason yes I'm the flyest k**er And I could back up allat sh** that I talk Boy I been fly so long I forgot what it felt like to walk And I got stupid swag, I bet u hate mine Yo girl all on my dick uh-huh she wanna taste mine I get my Gucci belt that b**h don't waste time I'm on my iPhone getting head... facetime I decided I ain't have to let the nine pop Murder up put the beat in the pie box And as long as I'm living I'm a keep k**ing sh** when I spit so never will crime stop They say I'm hot but I'm colder than a bon pop Watch froze u would think I made time stop Chain swinging like I'm playing for the white Sox Came with the strap like a fresh pair of high tops Whip fly like I'm sitting in the skybox Got eyes wide open like an eye drop See I'm hoping u n***as like a vydox U n***as couldn't be fly if the sky drop Watching kids cause the b**hes sitting on my co*k Better keep an eye on her like a cyclops Cause if u don't then she coming back to my spot And I'm a f** her like u never could, why not