T, MONTANA lyrics

[Verse 1: GBKHATEDLOVE]
f*ck, that n*gga gon take my hoe I don’t give a f*ck shout out my brother jaquan we smoking his pack we putting his ass in a blunt, wet it up shooting this sh*t like I’m Caitlin Clark what the f*ck, he said that he bout it a n*gga not running I’m telling my n*ggas I don’t give a f*ck, what the f*ck a n*gga be wearing vlone, too many hoes in my phone I feel like clayco n*gga you know that I’m on, f*ck n*gga step back ima shoot my shoot my shot I play for the bucks like Damian Lillard, and I feel like Tony Montana on you b*tch ass n*ggas it’s to many hitters, Clayco

[Verse 2: ClayCoEm]
Clayco make his face go, got your lil b*tch and she do what I say so, get to the blue like a blueberry faygo, I’m counting cheese like my middle name Queso, f*ck a n*gga Queso ayy make his face go, gеt hit with the drac pus*y ass n*gga better lay low, riding’ round town with a fat ass drac in thе backseat n*gga play crazy better @ me, n*ggas ass running like a motherf*cking track meet, f*cking my b*tch in the back of your backseat abracadabra make a n*gga go ghost swim in the pus*y you know I still float, finna move to Miami buy me a boat can’t wait to turn 18 legal tote, praying on my downfall like you a pope, spent 600$ on a motherf*cking coat, facetime call with your little hoe she with playing with her pus*y, I’m like wow got so many n*ggas that be in that sh*t look like the whole motherf*ckig crowd every time I see your little hoe she smile I’m Clayco come home di*k her down doesn’t seem to right take the b*tch to poundtown me GBK finna light up the town