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Popping bottles bitches busting my n***as ain't for nothing
You know we keep them thirties with them fifties we ain't worried
Bout to hop up in ya glory my n***as do you dirty
You know we tote them hand guns the clip post: stephen curry
Bitch I turn up in the party got bitches off the molly
Got a foreign baddy and she show like my persona
Im the king you better hunt her, from this street shit yeah I come from
Ima hood n***a but this rap shit made me hunger
Gotta make it so I turn up, keep burner dont get burned up
I be in my lane flexed up they can't take us
Dropped a couple bands on my wrist I gotta glow up
Pull up in a foreign and get reckless doing doghnuts
Mister montana I pull up in push paronama
Mister montana drop thirty up on my clearance
Mister montana them bitches be on me they staring
Mister montana be fucking no cover he sharing
Riding with my n***as ima ride till the end
Lets smoke them choppas up foe'nem lets slide in the vans
We keep them swishers rolled I be flying through japan
And my ass be super low Like I was born in japan
Bitch im Die L's cuz my n***as we so used to winning
I want head no tail cause that bitch she bopping she useless
My wrisst is on froze my pockets is fat as a tumba
I be rocking this gucci, robins on robins and louie
Tell em foe be the gang my n***as's reckless; insane
They pull up in range the robin buggati blue flame
I be in my lane dont talk to me shawty you lame
Lil foes in the cut, you know he got thirtys with beams
N***as act like bitches they should dress up in a shirt
My n***as in the field you can get your ass murked
See bag he got a hundred he'll leave ya ass on a shirt
All my n***as with the shits you know we all put in work
Counting so much money that my fingers hurt
Heard 2 cup shorties fill it over syrup
And i got them bands i make ya bitch twerk
Montana got that chopper clap no concert