I Don’t Like FGEmix lyrics

(Verse 1: Montana of 300)

This right here that real rap
This beat I'mma kill that
My pockets uncle Phil fat
2 gun cases I'm still strapped
Yehhhh it's Montana yeh I'm the one your b*tch like
I'm your b*tch type n*gga you that b*tch type
You wanna go to war you must hate your life life
And all that money don't mean sh*t If I come take your life
New world harder i wear heat like the slodder
Got gunz inside of your daugther don't f*ck around or get slaughtered
You n*ggas say you want beefing i got that murda sh*t for ya
Caught 2 gun cases last year in got christmas all with my lawyerr
b*tch I ball like a Hoya
Go get brain from LaToya
Then go slide di*k in her sister
I cut that b*tch like a butcher
All of my n*ggas is pushers
We f*cking paid like a hooker
You wanna play with a gangster
You better be Ashton Kutcher
This is more than that rappin
This is how this sh*t happened
Round of applause with them choppers
Me and my partners be clappin
All of my n*ggas is eating
Like Tally pass me a napkin
I swear this n*ggas ise acting; Samual Jackson
I can like stay bout that action
I turn that ass to a fraction
If n*ggas asking I'm whacking
It ain't no day that I'm lackin
So everyday b*tch I'm packin
While i hussle and sackin
That ratchets under my jackets for n*ggas thinking about jacking
I just up with them popping cop this the day that I'm coppin
Real n*gga sh*t try to knock it that b*tch blast off like a rocket
And b*tch i promise i don't play with ya we are not the same n*gga
You ain't in my lane n*gga i've never been no lame n*gga
No this is not a game n*gga i come there where you stay n*gga
Like knock knock who's there it's mister let that 40 bang n*gga
Blow out your f*cking brains n*gga message to those who hang with ya
God knows it ain't sh*t for me to do they ass the same n*gga
Your sweet as a kiwi i’m 300 no BD
Got plans around the ocean
Yo cuz some sh*t just ain't for
But n*gga you dont wanna see me come out that whip like a genie
Spray your ass like graffiti and put that on my next CD
My calico be loaded Lux so n*gga you gon' get this work
I can swag, I can surf, when I blast you get murked
Put his ass in the dirt and now this fag on a shirt
That's no joke, he got smoked, like a bag of that purp
Its FGE and HF they know im flyer than em
You can think you sweet if you want it you can come and try it n*gga
You're not a rider them Pradas don't come with tires n*gga
I'll put that heat to yo head hair blow dryer n*gga
Im Freddy Krueger mixed up with some Micheal Myers n*gga
Jeepers creepers and Jason yes im the flyest killer
And I can back up all this sh*t that I talk
Boy I've been fly for so long I forgot what it feels like to walk
And I got super swag, I bet you hate mine
Your girl all on my di*k uh huh she wanna taste mine
I get my Gucci belt, that b*tch ain't gon' waste time
Im on my iphone getting head; facetime
Im at the side I ain't gotta let the nine pop
Murder up put the beat in a pine box
And as long as im living ima keep killing sh*t when I spit so never will crime stop
They say im hot when im colder than a bomb pop
Watch froze you would think I made time stop
Chain swinging like its playing for white socks
Come with the strap like a fresh pair of hot tops
Whip fly like im sitting in the skybox
Got eyes wide open like an eyedrop
See im over you n*ggas like a eye dock
You n*ggas couldn't be fly if she sky dropped
Watch your chick cause the b*tches on my c*ck
Better keep an eye on it like a cyclops
Cause if you dont then she coming back to my spot
And ima f*ck her like you never could why not
A b*tch n*gga thats the sh*t I dont like
A bunch of pussies acting hard thats what we call dykes
Your b*tch on the phone like: this n*gga can't bone right
Come get me that long pipe and i'll be in my zone like
Cause b*tch I ball like, the one they call mike
30 shots I let them b*tches loose like a dog fight
My bars cold, n*gga Klondike
No paper no pen n*gga I don't write
HUGH