You Know lyrics

[Hook: Montana of 300]
You know the bad b*tches want me
You know you pus*y boys don't want beef
You know I keep the forty on me
Yeah you know about me, yeah b*tch you know about me
You know the bad b*tches want me
You know you pus*y boys don't want beef
You know I keep the forty on me
Yeah you know about me, yeah b*tch you know about me

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
Rapgod on my fly sh*t, I feel like a pilot
Karate kid, bandana and some nice kicks
Keep that tool on my nuts, I ain't talking vice grips
Check out my hip, say hi to my side kick
Your b*tch all on my di*k, she like who you side with
Told the b*tch, I'm FGE and that is who I ride with
Married to that money, no I don't need no side b*tch
I don't twitter beef, I just [gun sound], moment of silence
Moved weight like a dolly, with itchy beside me
Shout out my mommy cause that's who designed me
I'm praying for her, while she beam up the Scotty
This rap sh*t and talking to god is my hobby
Yeah I know he got me, you know I got bodies
You get out your body, you gonna get bodied
And you know the shotty got kick like karate
No acting I call that b*tch Mr. Miyagi
So f*ck n*gga try me, get wet like tsunamis
A thorn in your ass, boy I'm wilder than Donnie
And shout out to Talley, been rocking with Broski since day one
I feel like we Chucky and Tommy
Yeah that's my n*gga like Apollo and Rocky
These label can't buy me and can't make a copy
Flow colder than Hockey, the greatest like Ali
I'm coming, I came from the dirt like a zombie
SQUAD
[Hook: Montana of 300]
You know the bad b*tches want me
You know you pus*y boys don't want beef
You know I get the forty on me
Yeah you know about me, yeah b*tch you know about me
You know the bad b*tches want me
You know you pus*y boys don't want beef
You know I get the forty on me
Yeah you know about me, yeah b*tch you know about me

[Verse 2: Talley of 300]
Fill up his ass, possess a lil b*tch too much swag for these hoes
Pluto Nash, [?] pimping and working I'm bagging these hoes
Like grocery lines, but they don't get a dime in minimal time
No game, I'm scoring, n*ggas mad cause they just sit on the line
Talking bout nothing, I come to the checks, we just cuttin' and back to that money
No joke but you n*ggas is funny
Hate that we shine 'til it's the opposite of sunny
You don't wanna stand in that rain, [ahead to the hell?]
Lord only knows but won't tell
No need for bail cause I never see the cell
Beef you don't want it, better sleep on it
Where's my wake in the morning
I serve you a rest of your head, feed you this leg
Breakfast in bed, DOA, not left for dead
f*ck para meds, not just a pat in your head
It's just like a cramp in your leg
If you not prepared then, lord bless the dead
You know what the deal is bih
And you know that we drillin' sh*t
End what you thought and f*ck what ya heard
pus*y n*gga hear this clip
And your b*tch wanna feel this di*k
She know I ain't with the feeling sh*t
She know I'm a dog, know I burry bone
She gon' let me dig this ditch
[Hook: Montana of 300]
You know the bad b*tches want me
You know you pus*y boys don't want beef
You know I get the forty on me
Yeah you know about me, yeah b*tch you know about me
You know the bad b*tches want me
You know you pus*y boys don't want beef
You know I get the forty on me
Yeah you know about me, yeah b*tch you know about me