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montannaatm – fr fr lyrics

[intro]
brr, brr, b+tch, gang
pull up, right there, get ’em
pull up, right there, get ’em (mental beats)
yeah

[chorus]
we got his drop and pushed up on him, we don’t never wait
my gun big as h+ll, it turn a heavy n+gga featherweight (brr, brr)
12 tried to box me in, them boys was h+lla late
high+speed on the d+cks, i stomp this b+tch until the pedal break (we scr+pin’ off)
these n+ggas know not to start some sh+t ’cause it’s gon’ escalate
they know i like murder, put me on a n+gga, he gon’ еxpirate
b+tch, i got gang with me, we puttin’ bеlt on sh+t, n+ggas ain’t catchin’ fades
n+ggas get out they body, soon as you front you move i’ma just tap his face

[verse]
n+ggas get clapped for real, it ain’t no secret, n+ggas get wrapped for real (n+ggas get clapped for real)
i been chasin’ me a bag, put sh+t to sleep, i don’t even rap for real
told a b+tch i don’t even wanna talk, if it really ain’t ’bout no money, i don’t wanna chat for real
and my opps be rappin’ that super gangster sh+t, but never got back for real
b+tch n+gga, put your glasses on and check the score, we the one catchin’ k!lls (ayy, check the score)
ain’t no back and forth, this sh+t really one+sided, we on backs for real (we on they ass)
take sum gang, we armed and dangerous and we got motion, that’s why n+ggas don’t like us
and i just lock my v [?] back the [?] and pulled out a brand new striker (huh?)
n+ggas be doin’ that goofy+ass sh+t on the internet, these n+ggas internet talkers
we take sum gang, foenem leave sh+t on the pavement, that’s why i love my sliders
bounce out right there, get him, tap his face, face, hit him with fire
n+ggas ain’t gettin’ no mon+yun, catchin’ no bs, man, these n+ggas ain’t like us
a lot of these n+ggas created players, they be switchin’ gangs (they be switchin’ gangs)
i seen my day one n+gga change, i tried to hit his brains (i tried to hit his brains)
it ain’t no peace, it ain’t no love, n+ggas be switchin’ lanes (h+ll nah)
these 7.62s give you a hug and break your f+ckin’ frame (break your f+ckin’ frame, n+gga)
if you want smoke, then let me know, don’t be no f+ckin’ lame (don’t be no goofy)
my shooters stand on so much business, i cannot complain (we get his ass)
really got pounds of that gas comin’ in for the low, b+tch, we got propane (we got gas)
a lot of these n+ggas be in the way, they ain’t got no lane (his ass a goofy)
[chorus]
we got his drop and pushed up on him, we don’t never wait (we pushin’ up)
my gun big as h+ll, it turn a heavy n+gga featherweight
12 tried to box me in, them boys was h+lla late
high+speed on the d+cks, i stomp this b+tch until the pedal break (mental beats, huh? we gone)
these n+ggas know not to start some sh+t ’cause it’s gon’ escalate (ayy, what he say?)
they know i like murder, put me on a n+gga, he gon’ expirate (for real)
b+tch, i got gang with me, we puttin’ belt on sh+t, n+ggas ain’t catchin’ fades
n+ggas get out they body, soon as you front you move i’ma just tap his face (what?)

[outro]
b+tch
get ’em

- montannaatm lyrics

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