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montannaatm - no auto 2 lyrics

[intro]
(run it up, tay)
(jr808) yeah
go, go, go
b+tch

[chorus]
we put switches on every glock to let them b+tches breathe
n+ggas be savin’ every thot, we let them b+tches leave, n+gga
folks ’nem thirsty, soon as they spin that b+tch, they hop out lettin’ it squeeze
whenever we know it’s up, we ain’t doin’ no talkin’, we just leave n+ggas

[verse 1]
we keep some glocks with us, it ain’t sh+t to make a murder scene, n+gga
he ain’t knew i had it on me, life ain’t what it seems, n+gga
we been clappin’ all y’all homies, k!llin’ off they team members
ot6 and tsg, b+tch, you know we bleed different
twenty+four seven, b+tch, we in them trenches
me and n+ggas don’t get a day off
n+ggas be woofin’, they don’t really play ball
if he pop out, we knockin’ his face off
he got a lil’ pipe, what the f+ck is a handgun?
we jump out of h+llcats and let dracs off
n+gga shot at me once, now he can’t walk
on his brother, can’t wait ’til we catch him
when it come to get back, that sh+t don’t got a day, n+ggas know that i owe ’em a stretcher
i’m just f+ckin’ that b+tch, i don’t text her
made that ho give me neck in a tesla
thirty+s with a brand new kriss vector
b+tch, we strapped on the three and the six, i remember them days we was on the eleven
no mercy, we blowin’ at n+ggas whenever
you really ain’t like that, you ain’t really steppin’
how the f+ck you a k!ller? you don’t own a weapon
you boys in the way, man, you lil’ n+ggas extra
we pull up, hop out, get to blowin’, etcetera
we caught a new opp, made his ass a pack
‘woods after ‘woods, his ass is thrax
it’s f+ck all the opps, they ain’t gettin’ back
just look at the score, y’all need to relax
the money is motive to get on a tac’
i be with the k!llers that’s k!llin’ the k!llers
we pay for a body, they come through the front, they don’t need the back
yeah, i like when n+ggas be actin’ all touch
soon as he run up, put him on his back
all face shots, i ain’t gon’ cap
make him d.o.a., knock him off the map
[chorus]
we put switches on every glock to let them b+tches breathe
n+ggas be savin’ every thot, we let them b+tches leave, n+gga
folks ‘nem thirsty, soon as they spin that b+tch, they hop out lettin’ it squeeze
whenever we know it’s up, we ain’t doin’ no talkin’, we just leave n+ggas

[verse 2]
if a drop a dub on his head that’ll get him stretched
won’t tolerate any disrespect, nah, g+lock hit his neck
take sum gang, my n+ggas step
foenem shoot like steph
ot6, we been a threat
me and n+ggas, we got a check
too many stripes, i’m out here official, i don’t need a ref’
too many glocks, just added switches, why would i need a tec?
b+tch+ass n+gga move wrong get left
first n+gga tweak, everybody gettin’ knelt
we knock off his head, put that b+tch on a shelf
we don’t give a f+ck, we give n+ggas the belt
(jr808)

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