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montana of 300 - gummo (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: montana of 300]
shorty hit me up, she like “tony pick me up”
she wanna lick me up, want me to beat that kitty up
shorty thick as f-ck, -ss look like nicki b-tt
she like her p-ssy ate, and she like her t-tties sucked
don’t ask me questions, uh-uh b-tch this ain’t no trivia
cause i’ll dub a b-tch and i don’t mean i’m 20 up
was hustlin’ in the trap, i used to bag that sticky up
was moving ounces out that b-tch just like a sippy cup
pounds in garbage bags the b-tches looked like missy uh
one thing about me had two bodies by age 21
these haters envious i love when they act really tough
hit ’em with the pump it look like i shot ricky up
i stay litty uh, saucy plus i’m drippy huh
you can’t stick me up, b-tch i keep the glizzy tucked
i’m suge mixed with pac, diddy mixed with biggie uh
i’m signed to myself, my net worth 8 milli uh
i do this for my fans, and for la familia
my daughter pretty uh, sweeter than olivia
from the land of larry hoover n-gg-, keep a group of hittaz
k!ll a opp while he f-ckin’ sleep i’m freddy krueger n-gg-
one shot’ll lift him up and drop him like a uber n-gg-
cold blood i guess he poolin’ n-gg-, family view a n-gg-
told y’all i keep that iron close if he think i’m a joke
air him out, like the dryer broke if he tryna poke
real n-gg- in this gucci sh-t i made her coochie drip
i’m tatted up, like i’m tunechi b-tch made her leave who she with
she blew on me like i’m tookey b-tch don’t try no flukey sh-t
cause this mc stay with the hammer but this b-tch ain’t too legit
banana clips, when this uzi spit it ain’t no fruity sh-t
pop a opp, like a roofie quick k!ll all that goofy sh-t
remember when, i was mad broke, before the cash flow
my og, on and off that base, like an astro
prayed to god for better days he gave me what i asked for
rap god you see me goin’ in, like a gl-ss door
every track i gotta spaz tho like it’s my last tho
it’s only snakes, in the gr-ss so i cut the gr-ss low
n-gg-s 12, acting like they mob, donnie brasco
keep a stick, like a staff hoe go do the math hoe
gun cases, tell ’em google that i always had pole
couldn’t wait to get it jumpin’ like a f-ckin tadpole
i’m just tryna be a dad tho don’t be an -sshole
cause i’ll switch back to my past, hoe, quick as flash hoe
and if i pop up in that mask hoe, i’m on yo -ss hoe
glock 50’s b-tch we slash those don’t get yo -ss smoked
pick his top, like an afro then do the dash hoe
and if you hatin’ b-tch you better skate lupe fiasco

[outro]
these haters envious i love when they act really tough
hit ’em with the pump it look like i shot ricky up
go buy my alb-m that b-tch dropping on may 20th
pray for the devil and make sure you pray for libya

- montana of 300 lyrics

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