Any n*gga that ever looked at me wrong, ha
Aye man, go that way B
Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you n*ggas, man, straight up, man
Y'all n*ggas better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15
[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
I been ballin, coulda skipped college, I'm a bad boy with that Big Poppa
12 gauge when I head shot him, bust his head open like a piñata
Like Percy Miller I been bout it, come find yo' ass like Bin Laden
I kill a clown over my guala, don't give a f*ck if it was 10 dollars
Don't trust n*ggas, don't trust b*tches, I know these hoes like a pimp scholar
And it's MOB 'til the day I drop, and these stupid thots don't get nada
These di*k riders try to steal from me, gon' feel the heat when that lead pop 'em
I whack a b*tch and then walk away with blood on my shoes, that's red bottoms
Bought a new gun with two clips, I can't wait to use it
And that b*tch stick to my hip like I glued it
I hope you do trip, as soon as you do it
I pull that b*tch out, (click clack) K-9 unit
And kiss yo' ass goodnight, like bang bang that's smooches
No top, that's clueless, I'm ruthless, I do this
I'm ballin, these hoes, yeah they all on my pool stick
And you mad at your main b*tch, cause that b*tch bumpin my new sh*t
Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty, keep the green on me like a Jets jersey
Tell the opposition I ain't never worried, keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry
I can see you pus*y like a mini skirt, keep talkin' you gon' get it first
And the toughest wit you gon' get it worst, now go order up about 20 shirts
RIP with they face on it, had to show they ass how that semi work
Yeah they got smoked, April 21st, and next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse
Always sayin somethin', but ain't sprayin nothin'
When it's beef, I don't wait for nothin'
If I see a opp broad day in public, then I'm shootin sh*t like A Zae Production
Got word to be out there every night, I'm talkin' deeper than Barry White
We gon' ride past with that iron blastin', start flippin' n*ggas like Jessie White
They catchin' bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice
And I'm a f*ckin' monster in a pair of Mikes, and this .40 on me looks very nice
I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk b*tch I hunt
Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz n the Hood with that pump
This b*tch got kick like a punt, it usually sit in my trunk
But for today it's ridin' shotgun since n*ggas like to front
And if this n*gga run, then this n*gga done, I'mma soak a n*gga like he in a tub
These rappers actors like Ice Cube, and tell Doughboy to come pick him up
f*ck n*ggas I never liked 'em, got no problem wit killin' one
I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a f*ck
I remember way back when we was broke, we was cryin', momma high as hell
To us she was a lovin' mother, but to other motherf*ckers she was clientele
And I remember beggin' her to stop, and every single night when I told her that
I'mma get big and buy a bunch o' guns, and kill every n*gga that done sold her crack
It's, almost 20 years later
Now she finally sober, but that was the sh*t that I prayed about
I thank God I made it out, damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out
Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't sh*t to debate about
If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters be outside yo' crib like we stakin' out
It's really f*cked up in my city, I'm sorry but I'm 'bout to add to the body count
I'm Rocky Part 4, I'mma rush in and show all you n*ggas exactly what I be 'bout
My choppas they sh*t on them b*tches when spittin, I think that it might got a potty mouth
I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant did way back in '03 and then body y'all
Keep runnin' your mouth I'mma run in your house, paramedics they gonna bring bodies out
I'm sonnin' you n*ggas like J-Roc, and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out
Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, better be strapped at your momma house
When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out, caught his ass takin' the garbage out
Moment of silence, text messages sent 'round my city, the moment they find it out
Black on black everything, we gon' black everything, that's the motto when we ridin' out
The ratchet stay on me, just know I was on me whenever if ever you saw me out
Been playin' with iron since the age of nine, shoutout to my daddy he taught me how
My dad was a killer, my mom was a addict, young n*gga grew up in the slaughterhouse
I am the one that they talk about, I am so cold that you might have to thaw me out
That money be callin' now, I don't stop ballin' out, I am up next like Jabari now
See n*ggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke 'em up and they sayin' they sorry now
I'm a dough stackin', dope rappin', no lackin', pole packin', four blastin', soul snatchin', toe taggin', cold bast*rd
Better close your mouth or get a closed casket, show you what I'm sayin' like closed captions
Split 'em in two, make 'em disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic
I'll put that choppa to a n*gga top and then let it fly, Go-Go-Gadget
Might f*ck his b*tch or say f*ck this sh*t and get straight face, that's no passion
I'm the illest n*gga that you ever heard, I'm the flyest killa that you ever seen
And if a f*ck n*gga ever jump stupid, I'mma catch a body like a trampoline
b*tch I'm Freddy Krueger in a hockey mask, 'bout to kick doors like karate class
Ask a n*gga where he hide the stash, and better tell the truth like a polygraph
One false move and that shotty blast leave a n*gga stiff like a body cast
And we don't know nothin' about nothin' n*gga, and we was out of town if somebody asked
Real sh*t I'm a father first, my sons need me I ain't bailin' on 'em
Be wit real n*ggas doin' real sh*t, and if I get caught I ain't tellin' on 'em
No tool I ain't never goin', Iron Man with that metal on him
Only God knows where the hell I'm goin', make a n*gga wish that he was never born
These n*ggas broke, put a price on 'em
I'm super fly, put a cape on him
I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's, throwin' cake on 'em while they hate on him
From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearin' heat like I play for 'em
I come at night and put the 9 to 'em with the long clip, DeAndre Jordan
(Long clip, DeAndre Jordan
Long clip, DeAndre Jordan)
I come at night and put the 9 to 'em with the long clip, DeAndre Jordan