OMG lyrics

by

Montana of 300


[Intro]
DeCicco
Ayy, DeCicco, what up my n*gga

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
I'm too f*cking goated, I cannot control it, oh my God
Blicky fully loaded, stretch sh*t like aerobics, oh my God
Money, I can't fold it, they p*ssed they can't hold it, oh my God
The world is mine, they sick, I shut sh*t down like COVID, oh my God
I'm too f*cking goated, I cannot control it, oh my God
Blicky fully loaded, stretch sh*t like aerobics, oh my God
Money, I can't fold it, they p*ssed they can't hold it, oh my God
The world is mine, they sick, I shut sh*t down like COVID, oh my God

[Verse 1: Arsonal]
O-M-G, I don't feel like no emcee, can really go toe to toe with me
I G-O-AT n*ggas, that's the G.O.A.T. in me
And I'm a bad motherf*cker, ain't no hoe in me
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[Chorus: Montana of 300]
I'm too f*cking goated, I cannot control it, oh my God
Blicky fully loaded, stretch sh*t like aerobics, oh my God
Money, I can't fold it, they p*ssed they can't hold it, oh my God
The world is mine, they sick, I shut sh*t down like COVID, oh my God
I'm too f*cking goated, I cannot control it, oh my God
Blicky fully loaded, stretch sh*t like aerobics, oh my God
Money, I can't fold it, they p*ssed they can't hold it, oh my God
The world is mine, they sick, I shut sh*t down like COVID, oh my God
[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
I'm so f*ckin' wavy, I feel like I'm floating, oh my God
You know what time it is, by midnight she was moaning "oh my God"
Keys in her ignition, doggy style, Beethoven, oh my God
Whores all on this rapper, b*tch, just call me Trojan, oh my God
Can Lord have mercy, don't I rip sh*t up like Logan, oh my God
Can't wait 'til n*ggas play them games, b*tch, I'm just loading, oh my God
I grab that strap and spray, I'm Hollywood Hulk Hogan, oh my God
Throw bullets like Alsino, wide receiver open, oh my God
I kill every show like I'm Dexter, to rappers I'm Hannibal Lecter
This beat gon' get bodied, no stretcher
I'm good with the pad like a wrestler, you don't need to gas me, no Tesla
When he feel this TEC he ain't touching no texture, I open his chest like he [?]
Since I got this steel like a metal detector, I will light him up, ain't no f*ckin' reflector
The smile gon' seem fake as veneers, when I up this toast it ain't a cheers, no barber, the clip hit his beard
Might whack you and tattoo a tear, b*tch, you better jet like a leer
I'm Tyson to these rappers ears, I am the rapper they fear
My snippets can end they career, they cannot see me it's clear, I'm really the truth, I ain't Pierce
Top back like Tory, I'm litty again, guns in a stash like Yosemite Sam
You already know it's somebody grave, I go nuts on the flow like I'm Johnny Cage
Dumb cheese, stupid cheddar, my craft proves I'm better, oh my God
Radio Raheem, that's extra mozzarella, oh my God
Bad b*tch pus*y great, she down to down whatever, oh my God
She cream all on my di*k, look like I scooped vanilla, oh my God
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[Chorus: Montana of 300]
I'm too f*cking goated, I cannot control it, oh my God
Blicky fully loaded, stretch sh*t like aerobics, oh my God
Money, I can't fold it, they p*ssed they can't hold it, oh my God
The world is mine, they sick, I shut sh*t down like COVID, oh my God
I'm too f*cking goated, I cannot control it, oh my God
Blicky fully loaded, stretch sh*t like aerobics, oh my God
Money, I can't fold it, they p*ssed they can't hold it, oh my God
The world is mine, they sick, I shut sh*t down like COVID, oh my God
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