[Intro: Montana of 300]
[?] with the heat
Ah-ah!

[Chorus: Montana of 300 & No Fatigue]
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't shit to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't shit to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Ayy!), it's back to them racks
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't shit to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't shit to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Ayy, shh, ayy), it's back to them racks

[Verse 1: No Fatigue]
Steppin' on merch, Glock hit his head or his heart, divorce, I tear shit apart, slide on your gang
We hit his circle, no dart, a wrap for that boy like a scarf
Put a roll on his ass, it's like tissue, that boy seen a diss, get a missile, we ready to go, too official
Cost me like a tee, gettin' tea in this bitch, no Caprisun, I'm squeezin' this bitch
They break up, like I'm leavin' a bitch, walk up on him, he wheezin' and shit, tape his top
Now it's even and shit, overboard, ain't no even with this, he want smoke, ain't no breathin' in here (Woo!)
Turn that boy to a pack in this bitch, all my fellas, they strapped with this shit, get you boxed
You hold off like a package and dip, skrrt off, get lil' movin' fast in a whip (Woo! Woo!)
Uh, back to them bands, though, uh, blue and green on me, but this ain't no flannel, uh
Too hot to handle, uh, lit in this bitch, I'ma turn up the panel, uh
Drip like a candle, uh, and why they hate? 'Cause I'm ballin' like Randle
My shooters'll go get a bucket (Bucket), go home, and just act like it's nothin' (Gang!)
[Chorus: Montana of 300 & Talley of 300]
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't shit to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't shit to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Ayy!), it's back to them racks
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't shit to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't shit to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Shh), it's back to them racks (Tal')

[Verse 2: Talley of 300]

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