Montana Of 300 - Loaded lyrics

FGE J-Real- Verse 1 I done told ya'll n***as, now I gotta show ya'll n***as How I about when I pose on n***as Back in the day with the (?) on n***as Shorty got a 40 and I unload on n***as Hop in a foreign and get ghost on n***as Police interrogate, Ion know nothing n***a Want beef with me better smoke something n***a Imma shoot em with a shooter when I roll up n***a,yea These n***as is tweaking they think this sh** is a game,f** all of this fame Im gone find out where you stay, kicking the door to your place put this gun to your face Then its over with after that, Bang,Bang, Bang No Fatigue- Verse 2 Please don't get in my way, no interference Don't get out your body just like a spirit Mac up to his chest, yes im bout to clear em She go below like she bout to spear em Slide in the Dm's just like Yo Gotti He hoes move fast just like a Bugattis Like a test these hoes wanna try me I stay in first so they can't go by me Give me top, fels like cap and gowns Don't fuk with n***as just like a Nazi And Im No Fatigue go follow my Ig Ben Franklin always somewhere that's by me Watch I get big like The Great Khali Yea, but I'm just great call me Ali My flow is so cold, and its not lowkey I'm FGE and b**hes know me Talley of 300 Don D $avage- Verse 5 I ain't come to k** you, but any ill moves and that's what I will do These n***as get wet up over the green and left on scene like some mildew And yea, I was trapping before I was rapping I had them packs and I still do And I got Glocks you will get shot and put in the box like you k** moves I'm ready If you n***as thinking you ready just say the word it's going down p**y try me you get blown down I was broke but I get dough now So Tony told me keep the pole I know I wasn't going in you know I can't go now If he home we kick the door down Get to blowing them n***as gone now Montana of 300- Verse 6 I be flyer than a kite b**h I be sharper than a ice pick Put in work when it dark out Me and nina like to work the night shift Looking for the p**y like a dyke b**h 30 shots shots sit in my clip When I squeeze that tool like vice grips Bullets get to flicking like a light switch And you n***as know its not a game now Had to show them n***as how that thing sound Slid on them like James brown Then I had to blow his motherf**in' brains out This FGE b**h we fly you ain't You watch me get paid boy thats why you ain't My gang with me inside the tank and I'm s**er free like inside a bank