Montana Of 300 - Don't Trick Off lyrics

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Montana Of 300 - Don't Trick Off lyrics

Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Pockets on swole, while I'm strapped up with that pole That is how I roll, every time I hit the road In and out of town, we was juggin' off them pounds Couldn't wait to break it down, and turn 10K to 20 thou I'm the sh**, haters pissed, ah, rap God in this b**h I'm on top, haters watch, I know hella n***a's sick Ain't no doubt, I got clout, been had b**hes on my dick f**in' thotties, catchin' bodies, I was really with the sh**s I let your boo slide in my whip, she put my tool in her lips And I promise I don't smoke, but I'm gettin' blew behind the tent When I cut, she think she dreamin', Freddy Krueger in this b**h I do got chips, but these hoes don't get no moolah from a pimp Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Way before this rap, I was gettin' it out the trap Pushin' packs and buyin' straps, play with my money and get whacked I spit facts, I don't act, b**h I've been about my dough They used to ask how much my dro Now it's "how much you charge a show?" Times was hard, had no job, I was gettin' it out the mud Hit my plug, pray to God I don't get caught with the bud I was doin' it for my squad, I was doin' it for my blood Tryna bubble like some suds, me, my pistol and the d** I'm Steph Curry with the Glock and if I lurk you gon' get popped Had to murk a couple opps while I was workin' to the top These b**hes thirsty cause I'm hot, won't fill your purse up with no guap b**h you ain't work for what I got, and you ain't make these verses hot Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes

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