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computers (freestyle) - montana of 300 lyrics

[verse 1: $avage]
you got all these social media accounts n-gga
behind computers, all you do is run your mouth n-gga
don’t make me pull up with some shooters at your house n-gga
like what’s all that sh-t you talking bout n-gga!
he tried to turn up, got my burner, block like bobby shmurda
if i don’t got it, pockets hurting, i’m a rob a person
if he don’t go my heat gon blow
they gotta doc and nurse him
or box and he-rs- him
i don’t box, i pop my glock and murk em
and b-tch i’m headed to your city
just me and big bro, citi
got 30 hanging out the semi
off this mothaf-cka, shoot him in the fizzace
and n-ggas said they tryna get me
but b-tch i’m always in the hood like i’m kenny
man free my uncle out the you know, every verse for you
if rap don’t work and work don’t move it’s back to murking dudes
i f-ck your b-tch, she suck my d-ck don’t take it personal
i c-ck my glock and drop his top like a convertible
can’t f-ck with n-ggas, lot of n-ggas fu
shout out fge, them my dudes
he think he 2pac with the juice, until he bishop on the roof
man n-ggas b-tches, twitter talking, i ain’t with the talking
they with they b-tches pillow talking, all them n-ggas frauding
say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that n-gga walking
rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking
don’t use emojis, n-ggas know me, you got poles then show me
but n-ggas police, run up on me smoke em like some og
my og told me, “n-ggas phony, watch them like a rollie”
i’m in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding
he post a picture of a thumpa got 200 likes
but when i caught him out in public was no gun in sight
my shooters down to put it on em, he won’t see the morning
might roll up on him, blow and if he p-ssy i’m a show him
straight up exposing, don’t do talking, i shoot like the office
they gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder
and i’m headed to your block b-tch
me and my n-ggas on that mob sh-t
and you know juno on some hot sh-t
glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks
and money cheese bought a brand new .45
he had already ran through like 45, mob

[verse 2: montana of 300]
a lot of n-ggas acting hard, on these computers
hate that this gangster got bars like larry hoover
and everything i touch get ripped, like freddy krueger
if i pursue you, cl!ck clack booya, we sing hallelujah
the clip threw up in my ruger, same size of a ruler
flex like lex luger with my shooters, pockets fat like buddha
got racks like hooters, but as soon as rappers act like luda
get smoked like hookah, ice like coolers i feel like a jeweler
you n-ggas b-tches boy you fugazee, blow yo top off boy you faker than a toupee
these n-ggas p-ssy watch my rachet pop that coochie
clip like a preview then i show them like a movie
come through your jaw, go out the sunroof with that uzi
dark nights like batman let my gat blam now you two face
skateoff like lupe, leave your n-ggas blue like tookie
i ball like 2k but be strapped like call of duty
i’m bout the action, ain’t no acting this is not rehearsal
ain’t with the lacking, b-tch that rachet hug me like a girdle
two straps like urkel, i’m not verbal, k!llers in my circle
montana always rock bandanas like a ninja turtle
when i send sh-lls, no donatello you get smoked like purple
go in like curfew, pop and murk you, i’m gon white t-shirt you
i’m sonning n-ggas like i birth you, my sh-t just too fertile
i hop on tracks and get sh-t jumping like a f-cking hurdle
i’m fly as sh-t yes i am sick, i got the flu
i got that bag, i got that swag, i got that juice
yo b-tch feeling me like a m-sseuse
she wanna give a n-gga neck just like a noose
i ain’t fu, gun cases, i caught two
this what i do, pull up shooting like i hoop
touch every n-gga in your circle, duck duck goose
and even god knows i’m a k!ller on the loose
two shots in your leg homie, i’m a make you beg homie
uh uh don’t be scared homie, two shots hit your dreads homie
ten more to your head homie, bro like “yo, he dead tony!”
i’m just making sure i reunite him with his dead homie
i was the plug, my clientele they used to spend
drug trafficking, i got that work out like a gym
i hope god forgives me for my sins
(stupid b-tch!) me and jesus look like twins!
same color skin, i’m just inked up like a pen
when i pull up you gonna catch shots just like a rim
he think he pac above the rim, so i did his -ss like birdie at the end
i just bought a glock with all the perks
i just got 5000 for a verse
like hold that cash and got that strap just like a purse
i be counting mula like a clerk
and counting blessings although i feel like i’m cursed
man i done put some n-ggas in the dirt
my choppers used to sing just like levert
get ready for fire in the church

- montana of 300 lyrics

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