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tony montana freestyle - fbg young lyrics

[intro]
yeah
let’s get it
f*ck with me

[verse 1]
youngy montana keep it off safety
operation chase dough, ain’t got much patience
only f*ck with real g’s, shouts out to mob
got some hitters on top, these n*ggas under me
on the top where i stand, he a dead man
put that thirty to his head like a headband
these n*ggas really hoes, tutu keep the pole
do a hit, run his pockets, leave his ass dead broke
i be out here gettin’ dough, these n*ggas envy me
hitters puttin’ up points and we the mvp
lil’ blink, what the status? throw up l’s with a passion
and e’s, droppin’ b’s, unload, let ’em have it
i feel like tooka montana ridin’ with the toaster
hitters on point, i’ll have them hop out and smoke ya
lil’ folks on ya, chase you with the toolie
it’s real in the ‘ville, every day is like a movie
i’m rollin’ up the pack, thinkin’ ’bout a hit
he drillin’ on his keys, i know he ain’t with the sh*ts
whackin’ him and who with him, ’bout money, f*ck the gimmick
and the facebook drillin’, get in tune, i’m with it
[chorus]
youngy montana, youngy montana (yeah), youngy montana (let’s get it)
lil’ folks totin’ hammers (huh?)
youngy montana (l’s), youngy montana (e’s, what it do, man?), youngy montana
i’ma f*ck around and blam him (and i don’t even—, i don’t even like that verse)
tooka montana, tooka montana, tooka montana (i think i should go in or go harder)
lil’ folks totin’ hammers (yeah, yeah)
tooka montana, tooka montana (yeah), tooka montana (let’s go)
i’ma f*ck around and blam him

[verse 2]
i say i’m k!llin’ sh*t, black opps, money, that’s my next stop
ridin’ with some hitters, have ’em jump out and x ya
lil’ homie, you b*tched up, i already know you feminine
clips on the stens, shots so unlimited
youngy montana, dutchie escobarter
duck, he got a tool, tell that boy, “saronara”
i be goin’ harder, dumber than dumber
hitters on the roof, tell ’em split his cucumber
see, corey doin’ good, he back in the hood
doin’ hits with a thirty, black n*gga in a hood
i’m gucci, i’m good, l’s up, we winnin’
do a hit on eastside and e block with me
two cups, now i’m leanin’, can’t miss, so i’m feemin’
n*ggas hoes, they stingin’, body bag, leave him stinkin’
stack some, trust none, get dough, f*ck all
he a b*tch, unload, reload, dump all, l’s
[outro]
ayy, young, hahahaha
ayy, youngy montana
i’m like tooka montana
bah, bah, bah

- fbg young lyrics

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