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not a rapper - montanaatm lyrics

*intro*

chorus:

whenever i speak it’s facts
you rappers be cappin’ that’s just what it is
the sh*t that i rap is the sh*t that i live
you take some from me, b*tch im taking your head
this ar go off, b*tch it’s taking your legs
he really a p*ssy, he think he got heart
them shooters walk up and blow wind out his chest
this big boy fn, probably into his vest
we don’t wanna talk, we put n*ggas to rest
you rappers be cappin’ that’s just what it is
the sh*t that i rap is the sh*t that i live
you take some from me, b*tch im taking your head
this ar go off, b*tch it’s taking your legs
he really a p*ssy, he think he got heart
them shooters walk up and blow wind out his chest
this big boy fn, probably into his vest
we don’t wanna talk, we put n*ggas to rest

verse:

glock 22 with a stick in that b*tch
gotta switch, you get hit, you ain’t livin’ from that
and lil los gon shoot till it cl!ck
cuz that b*tch got no kick
we got clips to replenish the gat
remember them days i was broke with no hope
had to get off my ass and get me some racks
whenever i ride through the city, the glock on my lap
and a couple of p’s in the back
but my money be warranted
don’t get it twisted lil n*gga i still drop a check on your head
i got some shooters that ready to do it
they step on your team for that mf*cking bread
we slide to your block in a new srt
we finna come back in a trackhawk instead
we jump out that b*tch and we aiming at heads
no time for the beef i want n*ggas dead
you better stop dissin’ i heard what you said
i’m the type n*gga put racks on your pocket
as soon as you tweak, put racks on your head
i’m the type n*gga that clap me a rapper
if he think he tough it gonna leave his ass dead
body for body, head for head
but our money secured i won’t see the dead
chorus:

you rappers be cappin’ that’s just what it is
the sh*t that i rap is the sh*t that i live
you take some from me, b*tch im taking your head
this ar go off, b*tch it’s taking your legs
he really a p*ssy, he think he got heart
them shooters walk up and blow wind out his chest
this big boy fn, probably into his vest

- montanaatm lyrics

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