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self revive - cbg montana lyrics

(intro):
ayy, it’s montana, baby, gang
ayy, they want me to talk my sh*t, so you know i’m finna talk it
oh, but shoutout jb, that n*gga gave me the inspiration to this
(3hreel & after)

(verse):
pop out, glocks out, with the switches on the back
stupid ass, nut got his hat hit, but his life ain’t snappin’ back
down your block, throwin’ bullets like a f*ckin’ quarterback
hit him in stride, no randy moss, but lil’ dude catchin’ that
we hit the party 5*deep, but everybody got they bl!ck
throw an diss, turn into boosie, set it off up in this b*tch
steady dissin’ for some clout, now y’all finna make me mad
made the glock sound like a chop, that b*tch gon’ get to glitching fast
“montana never in the city,” n*gga, shut the f*ck up
i’m the one that hopped up out the cut and f*cked your partner up
who you shot, who you k!llеd, so what you talkin’ for
if he ain’t did his sh*t to n0body, then hush that sh*t up
n*ggas hate us causе we did the sh*t they couldn’t
n*ggas hate us cause we took the risk they wouldn’t
i was down and looked up all of a sudden, now i’m winnin
give a f*ck what you say about me, but keep john, out your mentions
hop up out the cut, screamin’ peek*a*boo, and get the hittin’ at you
that’s your brother, that’s your twin, b*tch, you dying with him too
and your mama got somethin’ to say, we slidin’ on that b*tch too
ain’t n0body gettin’ spared, n*gga, f*ck wrong with you
quick to bless the p*ssy, n*gga, like a n*gga ass, achoo
got one foot off in the industry, they don’t wanna let me through
we stood on business, so d*mn long my motherf*ckin’ feet hurt
dissing my threes, get your face put on a f*ckin’ t*shirt
tonton had to self*revile like two times, that b*tch a zombie
r** too, that b*tch got wrapped down like a motherf*ckin’ mummy
i been tryin’ to f*ck on, shh, only cause that hoe a eater
we just f*ckin’, i ain’t tryin’ to lay up, baby, you a skeezer
told that b*tch to use her lips, to help me get my rocks off
then get out, kick her to the curb like a punter in the playoffs
i hate you n*ggas in the city, got them hoes thinkin’ they special
ask for money, i ain’t no trick, i’m leaving quicker than i met you
i see these b*tches sneak dissin’, put a name to this sh*t
f*ck out my way, them hoes know i slap the makeup off a b*tch
hoes be talkin’ like she poppin’, i’m the one that got you lit
and don’t forget the fact that i’m the n*gga who made you, b*tch
(outro):
and don’t forget the fact that i’m the n*gga that made you, b*tch
and don’t forget the fact that i’m the n*gga that made you, b*tch
it’s montana, baby, you know, cbg montana
3 life, it’s all there, it’s all good, you see
talk my sh*t every time, you know i gotta pop my sh*t
cause it’s montana, baby
like, would it be me if i didn’t pop my sh*t
like just think about it
i’ma let you answer the question for yourself
it’s 3l, b*tch

- cbg montana lyrics

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