[Intro: Talley of 300]
(Charisma)
Yeah
TO3
Talley of 300
Montana of 300
Gas mask
Breathe, bitch

[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Shit, I'm too much, too much for my damn self
Hit the streets and go hand in hand, I place that paper like damn stamps
Try, bitch I'ma teach you 'bout drumming and blowing trumpets, that's band camp
I'm only coming to tell you sweet dreams, bitch, I'm the Sandman
Take every shot at his top like he wearin' a head cam, yeah, he a dead man
If he survive, then I swear it's a miracle, but he gon' need a bedpan
Leavin' 'em pissed 'less I take his life and don't leave him with shit
What you know about blowing the reaper a kiss?
I promise six feet ain't the deepest it get
That's why I keep God, pray and play smart
Keep the DA out my face with a charge
Keep tools on me in the street like martial law
And fuck the police, I'm on national guard
If we ain't in business, then you ain't the fam
Then you don't eat, Ethiopian
Fuck with the team, yeah, he hope he can
It's holy suicide like the Holy Quran
Your bitch eyin' me, that ho in a trance
Better get a leash 'fore she go on command
If we in the sheets, then she gon' know the clan
I keep it up front so she know where I stand
TO3 if you ain't know who I am
Heat on me, bitch, I'm gon' blow like a fan
G-O-D with me and so is these bands
FGE in and we so in demand
Yeah
Coming from the soul like old boots
N***a, I'm a vet like old troops
This shit is accustomed like an old school
And you n***as just old news
Do it all, go hard like I don't bruise
I stay on alarm, bitch, I won't snooze
Repairman, yeah, bitch, I know tools
Get in these muddy waters, you gon' know blues
No trust for these n***as, they could be the police
Gotta watch for the snake eyes without rolling no dice
They hate when you gettin' it and pimpin' and bitch, I'm so Dolomite
But I'm known to leave a bitch froze, Disney on Ice
[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
I'm a killer in a gas mask
I was headed up a bad path
Infatuated with the fast cash
Pounds no hashtag
Brought 'em in a trash bag
Got the weight off like lipo
Don't ever play around with my dough
The last n***a that you beefed with ain't make you feel the steel, but this one will, unicycle
Smooth criminal, Michael
I'm so focused like a tight rope
FGE, that's what I ride for
Started movin' hydro, now I'm going viral
Everything I spit is pyro
Watch me kick it like Tae Bo
Youngin from the ninth floor, nice flow
Verses so deep that you gotta translate 'em like the Bible
Breakin' rules with my dudes up in school with them tools, but I didn't go to Columbine
I got so much money on my motherfuckin' mind that I tattooed a dollar sign
I'm self-made, I'm self-paid, that's the bottom line
I'm just fine, I ain't signin' no dotted line
Talk shit and see me or just keep your mouth closed, who knows? You just might live to see father time
When you beefing with me in these streets, boy, I know exactly what to do with ya
It's B.O.B.E when we suiting up
This murder shit ain't nothing new to us
I never call my shooters up
They call me like "Bro, you want me to shoot him up?" (Ha)
The looks on they face is so priceless when they come to realize it's two of us
Hey, like Judah get nailed to the cross, when it's MC Hammer, I ain't come here to screw with ya
Get nailed with these shells when this Ruger up, I give 'em hell just like God did to Lucifer
Your son or your daughter, your mami, your papi, your granny, don't give a fuck who with ya
See, first I whack you, then slide dick in your boo, she get passed to my crew and I'm through with her
I got head in the whip, spread the legs on that chick and yup, I beat that pussy, no drumstick
Two pussies in one night, that's fun shit
I let that bitch off 'til my gun click
Right between his eyes, then they closed up
Your n***a got whacked, then you froze up
No strip club, but bitch, I stay poled up
Like Lamborghini doors, my dough's up