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Montana of 300

"Ugly"

[Chorus]
Don't think sh*t sweet cause you see money, this sh*t get ugly
My shooters with me be goin dummy, my n***as love me
We'll drop an opp like we was clumsy, my n***a, trust me
You'll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n***a, come see
Don't think sh*t sweet cause you see money, this sh*t get ugly
My shooters with me be goin dummy, my n***as love me
We'll drop an opp like we was clumsy, my n***a, trust me
You'll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n***a, come see

[Verse 1]
I know you see all this designer and all this money
And I got hoes in other countries that want to f**k me
You see the drip but this ain't honey, lil' b*t*h, ain't nothin sweet
Don't need my bro's, I might come one deep and let my gun speak
This b*t*h got kick, I call her Chun-Li, you'll be the one sleep
Get dropped and stretched just like a bungee, they'll say it was me
And when ya'll see that pu**y bleed, b*t*h, it ain't no monthly
Come to your pad, get on your ass, boy, don't get too comfy
Hundred round chopper that b*t*h hug me, I think it love me
It just keep shootin' like it's rusty, that b*t*h look lovely
And when I tell you I got shotgun, it ain't the front seat
Armed with that strap just like a junkie, come try to touch me
Yeah, yeah
b*t*h, I keep the pole, I come from where it's freezing cold
Turn up until my speakers blow
At your neck like a sleeper hold
Firing TEC's 'til your eyes is shut
Sleep, but this time you'll keep 'em closed
No more dreams and goals, and no b*t*hes, they'll see you leave a hoe

[Chorus]
Don't think sh*t sweet cause you see money, this sh*t get ugly
My shooters with me be goin dummy, my n***as love me
We'll drop an opp like we was clumsy, my n***a, trust me
You'll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n***a, come see
Don't think sh*t sweet cause you see money, this sh*t get ugly
My shooters with me be goin dummy, my n***as love me
We'll drop an opp like we was clumsy, my n***a, trust me
You'll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n***a, come see

[Verse 2]
I got more flavor than a smoothie, we keep them toolies
Them b*t*hes be at all my shows, yeah, like a groupie
Inside Burberry or this Gucci, this sh*t get spooky
I turn your diamonds into rubies, with this Uzi
Aye, aye
That money maker, I hope it don't let my money make you
Come f**k with mine, get a tombstone, Undertaker
Try and touch me, I been on point like a cactus, n***a
If he feel he ready, A.I, ain't talkin' 'bout practice, n***a
When I come across him, no question, I bet I whack this n***a
Caught him in bed and shot him dead, air mattress, n***a (woo)
That ain't smart, n***as talk like Shannon Sharpe
Until I come through after dark, with big choppers like a shark
It ain't just bars we let 'em swing after we slide just like a park
They never thought they'd see this rapper at they necks just like a scarf
I'm a dog without the bark
He's the Tin-Man with no heart
But if he act like Iron Man, I'll light his chest up, Tony Stark

[Chorus]
Don't think sh*t sweet cause you see money, this sh*t get ugly
My shooters with me be goin dummy, my n***as love me
We'll drop an opp like we was clumsy, my n***a, trust me
You'll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n***a, come see
Don't think sh*t sweet cause you see money, this sh*t get ugly
My shooters with me be goin dummy, my n***as love me
We'll drop an opp like we was clumsy, my n***a, trust me
You'll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n***a, come see

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