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Montana of 300

"MF’s Mad"

[Chorus : Talley of 300]
Blowing that gas
Know I got dough in the stash
On my way to some more cash
Pole on my lap, with that polo on my ass
Blow out that smoke and relax
Picture me rolling dolo
With a hoe that's bad
No she ain’t here for that bag
She lovin' that
And all this muhf*ckin' swag
Thats why these muhf*ckers mad (2x)

[Verse 1 : Talley of 300]
I got em’ hot, cause I’m so mof*ckin’ cool yeah
Stay on my pot like I was two, your b*tch got a wiff of that poo yeah
Now she want drive, top like a coupe yeah
Watch her get loose yeah
Glock on me c*cked turn beef into stew yeah
Now you Pepé Le Pew yeah
Love being dolo, but with the 4'0 doe
f*ck n*ggas, no homo, they don’t get no promo
Just a box like a hobo, get extinct be a dodo
These freaks want a photo, they want me to pogo
Wanna ride on a stallion, swing stick and hit balls
Like they playing polo, speaking of polo b*tch I’m in these horses
And these air jordans, though it’s not important I love being fly like MJ from the free throw line
Tongue out when I’m scorin', I went, got the dough
Benjamin was there and now he stay with me and packs of that sticky
Puttin' that sh*t in the air yeah on my way there

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 : Montana of 300]

Don’t blow on no gas
But I stay loaded with cash
Extra clips and dough in the stash
Pole on my lap, b*tch I don’t know how to lack
Everytime I roll I be strapped
I gotta excel
Racial profiling from 12
Bonded right out of that jail
Got bars like a cell
Rap God, I’m not up for sale
My lyrics hotter than hell
Check in that bag
b*tch I’m a felon with swag
Like BP we’re selling that gas
Collecting that cash
I could tell that they mad, they b*tch on my di*k, I could nail, I could smash
Might ride up your block
And do I drive-by on your block
My iron start firing shots
Long pole like a street light I light up your block
Say bye to my opps
And then hi to my guap
Keep killers around me
Don’t ever doubt me
Went back and bonded bro and em' out the county
n*ggas talk sh*t, but don’t know nothin' bout me
Think sh*t a game till I shoot like you foul me
So much polo on me they call me Ralphy
She say she fell in love soon as she found me
pus*y so wet on that b*tch she could drown me
She love to lick a n*gga like an Alchy

[Chorus]

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