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montana of 300 - not like us (remix) lyrics

[verse]
sometimes, you gotta pop out and show n+ggas
go get some bread—i ain’t beefin’ wit’ no broke n+ggas
ayy, and even if it ain’t no ho in him
it ain’t sh+t to put a hole in him
put him in a freezer, sub+zero—i done froze n+ggas
road, i had to put ’em in the dirt like a four+wheeler
who wanna battle for that bread? i see no bidders
every bar pause+worthy—i got no fillers
my lyrics make you think for yourself, and that’s why you feel slow
every line raw when i rap it—it’s like i deal dope
album number one in the country—n+gga, i’m still gold
i did it independent, and p+ssies gon’ need a d+ld+
n+ggas still hatin’—that’s probably why you still broke
metal in my timberland boots—n+gga, i steel+toe
i’ma slidе—better stop wit’ all that sl!ck talk

jumper cables—watch the clips spark
blew him down; blood on him—tell him, “crip walk”
i’m different, i’m rare—man, this sh+t isn’t fair
.44s in my hand—call me ric when it flare (woo)
been in tune wit’ my bros—n+gga, boondocks
put him on, gave him bows—n+gga, ong+bak (huh)
that’s movin’ loud—n+gga, boombox
a buncha switches in this b+tch like a fusebox
they wanna play, they gotta pay—n+gga, jukebox (uh)
blew at his top like the soup’s hot
ayy, air him out him like the room’s hot
ayy, air him out like balloons popped (uh)
team photo—get ya crew shot
lay him down—rest they soul like a shoebox
bad b+tch say she love the way i doo+wop
screwdriver crazy—hammer in it like a toolbox
two states, i’m a certified hustler

he kiss his b+tch when my homienem just f+cked her
ran a train on that b+tch, no conductor
if her name ain’t mo+ney, i don’t trust her
love my life—i can’t lack while you l+st her
i ain’t 12—i asked nina how i cuffed her
always ridin’ with that pipe like a m+ffler
mighty duster—i slid since a youngster
with that stock, put him underground—bunker
pop his top, drop the bag on him—dumpster
turn yo’ homie to a ghost on you busters
devil is a lie—never go against allah
you gon’ get more than a sample if you n+ggas wanna try
i was really goin’ in, kickin’ doors like swat
caught by 12 a couple times with the mop like ja
pullin’ up the pants, i’m cookin’ ’em like pops
give it to him like he spoiled, leave a n+gga out to rot
bartender get him shot, l!ck a n+gga—it ain’t scotch
twist his top like locs—he need help, not a spot
marty mcfly—he gon’ need more than a doc
“look up, marlon! say cheese!” we gon’ send him up to pops
tell his dear mama someone hit him up—pac
let ’em run they mouth ’til a n+gga caught
up in traffic, had to blast ’em on the phone like a ox
smoke him like za—i’ma turn him into wop
give a n+gga dome shots—we gon’ see him on fox
and you know my n+ggas turnt like we seen a roadblock
honeys drippin’—they be on me like a beehive
they been on a n+gga heels where his feet lies
tell my haters, “have a ball”—let ’em meat+ride

n+ggas know they gettin’ aired when the heat rise
he talkin’ greasy—it ain’t sh+t to get him deep+fried

push my b+tton, then it’s on like a key fob
then i’m slidin’ on they ass like i’m levi’s
bet they won’t play that sh+t again—f+ck a rewind
[refrain]
they not like me
they don’t like me, because they not like me
ayy, they not like me
they don’t like me, because they not like me
i’m a god, i’m a god, i’m a rap god
i’m a god, i’m the god, i’m the rap god
ayy, uh, uh+uh+huh
ya favorite rapper couldn’t fathom comin’ that hard
they not like me
they don’t like me, because they not like me, yeah
ayy, they not like me
they don’t like me, because they not like—

[outro]
rap god mg sh+t, man
you already know what the f+ck it is, man
top flow album on the way
gunz n roses pt. 2 on the way
rap god album out now, b+tch
go get that
blrat

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