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montannaatm - fuck da opps lyrics

[intro: o+dog]
and you know what, n+gga?
you actin’ like a lil’ b+tch right now
you actin’ real paranoid and sh+t
now, these motherf+ckers smoked your godd+mn cousin in front of you, n+gga
blew his head off in front of your face and you ain’t gon’ do sh+t?
you actin’ like a lil’ b+tch right now, n+gga
man, f+ck that, i ain’t lettin’ that sh+t ride
we gon’ go there and smoke all these motherf+ckers
i don’t care who the f+ck out there, godd+mn it
is you down, n+gga?

[chorus: montannaatm]
big+ass glock go off, we bustin’ sh+t for real, them b+tches hurt (ryan, what took you so long?)
micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them b+tches squirt (brrt, brrt)
who want war with us? just let me know, this sh+t could be so simple (thank you, timmy boy)
hit they sh+t with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, brеak sh+t down and rip through tissue, uh
n+gga don’t bump his gun, that boy be bappin’, he’s a actor, uh
thеse n+ggas created players, i spin through the 9, i’m lookin’ for factors, uh (where they at?)
them boys tryna talk, i don’t wanna conversate, i’m tryna clap you up

[verse: montannaatm]
n+gga, f+ck whatever you reppin’, whenever you see me, blow your weapon (n+gga, bust it)
switch on the glock, no question, tap this b+tch once and dude ass caught like seven (brrt, brrt)
broad day, chase sh+t down, he bailin’ (he bailin’)
really had n+ggas screamin’ and yellin’ (ah)
this sh+t so crazy, i’m finna backdoor my homie ’cause foenem say he tellin’
like what the f+ck? foenem say he snitchin’ (he a rat)
and i can’t put my trust in hoes and i can’t love these b+tches (and i can’t love these b+tches)
with all these glocks and arps, you want me, come and get me (you want me, come and get me)
you say it’s smoke, just let me see, n+gga, i’ll come through bl!ckin’ (n+gga, i’ll come through bl!ckin’)
glock 19 got fifty, glock got switchy, bounce out, bake sh+t, crispy (bounce out, bake sh+t)
my whole block get busy, brother bail out with like sixty, we probably give him a head+tap
that micro draco sat his ass down, got him and his mans wrapped (sat his ass down)
f+cked the opps up, got they lil’ homie gone, now they want they mans back
he rappin’ and cappin’ on them f+ckin’ songs, he claminin’ his man’s hat (cap)
send sh+t to the reaper, make sure buddy gone, then we finna spin back
it’s a drill, make sure lil’ bro got the wheel
make sure you go get a k!ll
he fall, he f+cked, stand over him (he fall, he f+cked)
[chorus: montannaatm]
big+ass glock go off, we bustin’ sh+t for real, them b+tches hurt (brrt, brrt)
micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them b+tches squirt (get his ass)
who want war with us? just let me know, this sh+t could be so simple (let me know)
hit they sh+t with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, break sh+t down and rip through tissue, uh
n+gga don’t bump his gun, that boy be bappin’, he’s a actor, uh
these n+ggas created players, i spin through the 9, i’m lookin’ for factors, uh (like where they at?)
them boys tryna talk, i don’t wanna conversate, i’m tryna clap you up

- montannaatm lyrics

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