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no face - jay montana lyrics

[intro]
(al geno on the track)
(what’s happening, chi chi?)

[chorus: jay montana]
ayy, guns with the drums, ain’t gotta drop a band on ’em (drop a band)
yeah, i’ma get ’em touched, ain’t gotta put a hand on ’em (put a hand)
ten toes, stand on ’em
going up, won’t land on ’em
ain’t keeping track of old friends, he went broke, they ran on him (track ran)
tell ’em, “be quiet, shh, i think i hear a rat” (shh, shh)
when it’s smoke, it’s scoliosis, yeah, i bet i’ll get ’em back (bet i’ll get ’em back)
nah, f*ck it, get ’em first
feels like this rapping sh*t a curse
i wanna rob, i just can break it down and put it in a verse (put it in a verse)

[verse 1: jay montana]
hе wanna rob, but he was tryna rob a pound (was tryna rob a pound)
this sh*t i’m smoking loud
i get stoned, don’t makе a sound
if i can’t catch ’em in that field, then i’m diving out of bounds
tryna sleep in all his water, but i’m worried he gon’ drown
tryna sleep in all his water, tryna hydrate it
you take a perc’ and i take two, i be high, hey (i be high, hey)
shake time, lil’ n*gga, well, by now, i don’t even like weight (well, by now)
i ain’t lift a finger, got ’em gone, n*ggas lightweight
speed up, let’s go ice skate
x pill, they skied up, you won’t see no face (won’t see no face)
won’t see my name in black and white, but i don’t hate no race (no race)
i’m on go, i’m talking no breaks
opps in my ‘wood, talking no shakes
turn the dope white, snowflakes
going deaf, i don’t hear no jakes
[chorus: jay montana & omb peezy]
guns with the drums, ain’t gotta drop a band on ’em (drop a band)
yeah, i’ma get ’em touched, ain’t gotta put a hand on ’em (put a hand)
ten toes, stand on ’em
going up, won’t land on ’em
ain’t keeping track of old friends, he went broke, they ran on him (track ran)
tell ’em, “be quiet, shh, i think i hear a rat” (shh, shh)
when it’s smoke, it’s scoliosis, yeah, i bet i’ll get ’em back (bet i’ll get ’em back)
nah, f*ck it, get ’em first
feels like this rapping sh*t a curse
i wanna rob, i just can break it down and put it in a verse (look)

[verse 2: omb peezy]
get him touched, won’t lay a hand (hand)
wrap him up, put him in a pan
cook him, leave him where he stand
took him, blow him like a fan (fan)
they talk on the net, but ducking when that lead spraying (braow)
she sweating to eat the d*ck, gon’ buy that b*tch a headband
look, chop on the dresser, pistol came with a suppressor, guess she think she can do better, she wanna leave, i’ma let her, yeah
i keep me some metal, don’t make me get sh*t together, ride through my city whenever, omb, we done bust several heads
and i can get you touched, i ain’t gotta touch it, do you understand?
k bullet cut through you like some b*tter
i’ll catch you with your mama, i’m a dirty motherf*cker
we don’t need to borrow pistols, this a whole lot of cutters
it’s peezy
[chorus: jay montana]
ayy, guns with the drums, ain’t gotta drop a band on ’em (drop a band)
yeah, i’ma get ’em touched, ain’t gotta put a hand on ’em (put a hand)
ten toes, stand on ’em
going up, won’t land on ’em
ain’t keeping track of old friends, he went broke, they ran on him (track ran)
tell ’em, “be quiet, shh, i think i hear a rat” (shh, shh)
when it’s smoke, it’s scoliosis, yeah, i bet i’ll get ’em back (bet i’ll get ’em back)
nah, f*ck it, get ’em first
feels like this rapping sh*t a curse
i wanna rob, i just can break it down and put it in a verse (put it in a verse)

- jay montana lyrics

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