Tony Montana Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(It's the Speaker Knockerz)
Let's get it
f*ck with me

[Verse 1]
Youngy Montana keep it off safety
Operation Chase Dough, ain't got much patience
Only f*ck with real G's, shouts out to MOB
Got some hitters on top, these n*ggas underneath
On the top, where I stand, he a dead man
Put that thirty to his head like a headband
These n*ggas really hoes, Tutu keep the pole
Do a hit, run his pockets, leave his ass dead broke
I be out here getting dough, these n*ggas envy me
Hitters putting up points and we the MVP
Lil' Blink, what the status? Throw up L's with a passion
And E's, dropping B's, unload and let him have it
I feel like Tooka Montana, riding with the toaster
Hitters on point, I'll have them hop and smoke you
Lil' folks on you, chase you with the toolie
It's real in the 'Ville, every day is like a movie
I'm rolling up the pack thinking 'bout a hit
He drilling on his keys, I know he ain't with the sh*ts
Swagging him and who with him 'bout money, f*ck the gimmick
And the Facebook drilling, get in tune, I'm with it
[Chorus]
Youngy Montana, Youngy Montana (Yeah)
Youngy Montana, lil' folks toting hammers (Let's get it, huh?)
On my Youngy Montana, Youngy Montana (L's, E's, what it do, man?)
Youngy Montana, I'll f*ck around and blam him (And I don't e—, I don't even like that verse)
Tooka Montana, Tooka Montana (I think I should go in or go harder)
Tooka Montana, lil' folks toting hammers (You hear me? Yeah)
On my Tooka Montana, Tooka Montana (Yeah)
Tooka Montana (Let's go), I'll f*ck around and blam him

[Verse 2]
I say I'm killing sh*t, Black Ops, money, that's my next stop
Riding with some hitters, have 'em jump out and X you
Lil' homie, you b*tch, I already know you femininit'
Clips on extents, shots so unlimited
Youngy Montana, Dutchie Escobarter
Duck, he got the tool, tell that boy, "Saronara"
I be going harder, dumber than dumber
Hitters on the roof, tell him, "Split his cuc*mber"
See, Corey doing good, he back in the hood
Doing hits with a thirty, black n*gga in a hood
I'm Gucci, I'm good, L's up, we winning
Do a hit on east side and E Block with me
Two cups, now I'm leaning, can't miss, so I'm beaming
n*ggas hoes, they singing, body bag, leave him stinking
Stack some, trust none, get dough, f*ck all
He a b*tch, unload, reload, dump all, L's
[Outro]
Young
Hahaha
Say, Youngy Montana
I'm like Tooka Montana
Baow, baow, baow