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montannaatm - head tap lyrics

[intro]
gang, b+tch, skrr
blrrt, blrrt
([?]) yeah

[verse]
g+lock to the head, n+gga, that’s a head tap
if we miss a shot whenever we spin, we gotta head back
then all that snitchin’ y’all been doin’, y’all done brought the feds back
you can keep your baby mama ’cause her f+ckin’ head whack
always outside but he ain’t got no gun, he must be tryna go
he had two glocks and he f+ckin’ died, he wasn’t tryna blow
been repossessin’ n+gga’s jewelry, in the trenches takin’ ice
lil’ b+tch, you know this sh+t for sale, you want it back, come pay the price
he can’t hang with me if he ain’t add a n+gga to the score
yo, go, go, go, go, go, go
and i ain’t f+ckin’ with no goofies, everybody bust they pole, n+gga
slide, slide, up the score
we gon’ get back, yeah
we jump out srts and hit hats, yeah
two glocks on me, these b+tches mismatch, yeah
two different gens
bl!ck come through these cuts blowin’, hit n+ggas and they friends
i hope you don’t think that n+gga solid, he snitched on his mans
i hope you don’t think that n+gga got it, all that sh+t pretend
i know you don’t think that vest he got gon’ stop a f&n
the opps let anybody come around and they just bless ’em in
go, then they wonder why they losin’
n+ggas wonder why the score down
all them goofy+ass new n+ggas that y’all got, that’s who we blow down
he on his block on live, blrrt, blrrt, get gotta go now
he on his block on live, flrr, flrr, he on the floor now
whenever we see opps, n+ggas know i gotta show out
man, we make bodies drop, we hit heads when we go out
we been f+ckin’ n+ggas up, just check the score, this sh+t a blowout
n+ggas duckin’ in them cribs like we won’t bring this sh+t to your house
i hope you don’t think them 7.62s gon’ stop at his front door
i hope you if we miss a shot, we gon’ let off some more
the whole city know we put sh+t up, they thinkin’ we backdoor
they like, “what happened to dude?” sh+t, n0body know how he got smoked
we want his face but he got hit all in his neck, sh+t, he got choked
you wanna be a drill rapper? that’s what got lil [?] smoked
we only come for real factors, walk him down while he got poled
[outro]
gang, yeah, yeah
gang, blrrt, blrrt, blrrt

- montannaatm lyrics

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