loaded - montana of 300 lyrics
[verse 1: j real]
i done told y’all n-ggas, now i gotta show y’all n-ggas
how i’m bout when i pose on n-ggas
back in the day we done stole on n-ggas
shorty got a forty and unload on n-ggas
hop in the foreign and get ghost on n-ggas
police interrogate, i don’t know nothing n-gga
want beef with me, better smoke some n-gga
i’m a shoot em with a shooter when i roll up n-gga (yea)
these n-ggas is tweaking if they think this sh-t is a game
f-ck all of this fame, i’ma find out where you stay
kick in the door to your place, put this gun to your face
and its over with after that
bang bang bang
[verse 2: no fatigue]
please don’t get in my way with no interference
don’t get out yo body just like a spirit
mac up to his chest, yea i’m bout to clear em
she go below like she bout to spear him
slide in them dm’s just like yo gotti
these hoes go fast just like bugatti
like a taste test these hoes wanna try me
i stay in first so they can’t go by me
give me top, feel like a cap and gown
don’t f-ck with n-ggas just like a n-z-
and i’m no fatigue go follow my ig
ben franklin always somewhere that’s by me
watch i get big like the great khali
young but i’m just great call me ali
my flow is so cold, and it’s not lowkey
i’m fge and b-tches know me
[verse 3: talley of 300]
no solution and i been a problem
ever since [?] the lockers
been a little n-gga all of my life
but i will get big to goliath
juggin at 16 till they robbed him
that just turned me to a monster
but still i will go, even with no pole,[?]
i was airing sh-t out like a clothesline
everyone walk on their toes now
[?], then they get ghost
they know i keep trumpets and blow mine
but now my mind is a gold mine
i’m dropping hits right now writing no lines
i get 3k for the flow now
these b-tches all on my pole now
[verse 4: don d]
big guns
i ain’t playing with n0body
n-gga cross the line put some holes in his body
all that tough talk you doing, you ain’t scaring n0body
got some n-ggas come and see you, and i put it on shotty
hold on, now a n-gga mad cuz he was sneak dissing
he was all in the gr-ss, talking down bout the gas
tryna finesse him out a bag, now you still on the block looking broke looking bad
you a p-ssy n-gga, you ain’t hitting no sh-t
could bring the green gone and i’m still with the sh-ts
slide down on yo block everybody getting hit
[?] bullets, with the red hollow tips
n-ggas call my phone like “don what’s the deal?”
you goofy -ss n-gga man it is what it is (fge sh-t n-gga)
it is what it is, you p-ssy -ss n-gga it is what it is
[verse 5: $avage]
i ain’t come to k!ll you, but any ill moves and that’s what i will do
cuz n-ggas get wet up over the green, and left on the scene like some mildew
and yea i was trapping before i was rapping
i had them packs and i still do
and i got glocks and you will get shot and put in a box like you k!ll moves
i’m ready if you n-ggas thinking you ready just say the word it’s going down
p-ssy try me get blown down
i was broke but i get dough now
so tony told me keep the pole
i wasn’t going in you know i can’t go now
if he home we kick the door down
get to blowing them n-ggas gone now
[verse 6: montana of 300]
i be flyer than a kite b-tch
i be sharper than an ice pick
put in work when it’s dark out, me and nina like to work the night shift
looking for them p-ssies like a dike b-tch
30 shots sit in my clip
when i squeeze that tool like vice grip
bullets get to fl1cking like a light switch
now you n-ggas know it’s not a game now
had to show them n-ggas how that thing sound
slid on him like james brown, then i blew his motherf-cking brains out
its fge b-tch we fly you ain’t, you watch me get paid
boy that’s why you ain’t
got gang with me up inside a tank, and i’m sucker free like inside a bank (bow)
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