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get it done - montannaatm lyrics

[intro]
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, man
take sum gang, n*gga
ot6, n*gga, snitchk (that n*gga dave crazy, okay, bet)

[chorus]
twenty*six hundred for this wock’, don’t ask for sh*t about this pint
we make broke n*ggas put they cup away, this sh*t two hundred a line
i f*ck on b*tches that got motion, thick as h*ll, pretty and fine
i’m chasin’ the mon*yun, not these b*tches
it ain’t no fun*yun runnin’ from switches
the f*ck is the issue? just let me know
i’ll get a n*gga done*yun in these trenches
first n*gga run up, then he finished
almost ran out of tris, now i gotta replenish
i was tryna slow it down, but i keep sippin’
she throwin’ ass, so i keep grippin’

[verse 1]
you talkin’ that money sh*t, i get to it
the sh*t you be rappin’ ’bout, my n*ggas do it
i love that wockhardt, that be my fluid
keep talkin’ that gangster sh*t, you gotta prove it
she got a ass, i like how it’s movin’
all my b*tches bad, they gotta come boujee
this b*tch wanna know is i’m f*ckin’ her or i’m f*ckin’ her friend
she tryna confuse me
when i sign me a deal it’s gon’ be for that fetty
no cartier, b*tch, i want me a patek
i’m tryna make sure the whole gang good
buy mama a crib, drip her in baguette
addicted to green, my pockets got lettuce
stuck to that money like we had a marriage
remember that wop that didn’t get the message?
we did him so bad, his og put him the carriage
remember that wop that didn’t get the message?
they [?] his body ’cause foenem stood over him
the way we threw they k!ller down and f*cked ’em up
we had the opps embarrassed
even though these n*ggas my sons, i’m not they parent
spin they sh*t like dj pharris
i’m really him, ain’t no comparin’
i walk in, these b*tches starin’
i walk in, these b*tches choosin’
n*ggas hatin’, they lookin’ goofy
these b*tches throwin’ coochie
they hear my song, they shake they booty
a lot of n*ggas actin’ like b*tches, i think n*ggas fruity
man, how the f*ck you got a switch? you ain’t never use it
man, how the f*ck you got a gun? you ain’t never blew it
[chorus]
twenty*six hundred for this wock’, don’t ask for sh*t about this pint
we make broke n*ggas put they cup away, this sh*t two hundred a line
i f*ck on b*tches that got motion, thick as h*ll, pretty and fine
i’m chasin’ the mon*yun, not these b*tches
it ain’t no fun*yun runnin’ from switches
the f*ck is the issue? just let me know
i’ll get a n*gga done*yun in these trenches
first n*gga run up, then he finished
almost ran out of tris, now i gotta replenish
i was tryna slow it down, but i keep sippin’
she throwin’ ass, so i keep grippin’

[verse 2]
f*ck your homie, get got flamed
6 block shoot ’til we see brains
he wanted some clout, but he got changed
put him on the news, now he got fame
n*ggas know not to come around
we takin’ his gun if he not gang
n*ggas know not to come around
when they see me, they tuckin’ they chain
he duckin’ his taco, we aim at his brains
at the red light we gon’ block off the lane
bounce out and get ’em, this sh*t ain’t a thing
he not one of us, he ain’t score for the gang
[outro]
119, buff block
he not one of us, he ain’t score for the gang, b*tch
don’t get clapped
go
real tsg sh*t, n*gga, we get close up on ’em
brr

- montannaatm lyrics

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