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Popping bottles b*tches busting my n*ggas ain't for nothing
You know we keep them thirties with them fifties we ain't worried
Bout to hop up in ya glory my n*ggas do you dirty
You know we tote them hand guns the clip post: stephen curry
b*tch I turn up in the party got b*tches off the molly
Got a foreign baddy and she show like my persona
Im the king you better hunt her, from this street sh*t yeah I come from
Ima hood n*gga but this rap sh*t made me hunger
Gotta make it so I turn up, keep burner dont get burned up
I be in my lane flexed up they can't take us
Dropped a couple bands on my wrist I gotta glow up
Pull up in a foreign and get reckless doing doghnuts
Mister montana I pull up in push paronama
Mister montana drop thirty up on my clearance
Mister montana them b*tches be on me they staring
Mister montana be f*cking no cover he sharing
Riding with my n*ggas ima ride till the end
Lets smoke them choppas up foe'nem lets slide in the vans
We keep them swishers rolled I be flying through japan
And my ass be super low Like I was born in japan
b*tch im Die L's cuz my n*ggas we so used to winning
I want head no tail cause that b*tch she bopping she useless
My wrisst is on froze my pockets is fat as a tumba
I be rocking this gucci, robins on robins and louie
Tell em foe be the gang my n*ggas's reckless; insane
They pull up in range the robin buggati blue flame
I be in my lane dont talk to me shawty you lame
Lil foes in the cut, you know he got thirtys with beams
n*ggas act like b*tches they should dress up in a shirt
My n*ggas in the field you can get your ass murked
See bag he got a hundred he'll leave ya ass on a shirt
All my n*ggas with the sh*ts you know we all put in work
Counting so much money that my fingers hurt
Heard 2 cup shorties fill it over syrup
And i got them bands i make ya b*tch twerk
Montana got that chopper clap no concert