Montana lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Montana)
Danny Franchise, you did it again
Ayy, ayy (Montana)
Man you know we splat sh*t
Ayy, ayy (Montana)
Know we be baggin' sh*t
Ayy, ayy (Montana) (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

[Verse 1]
Ay, mop the floor on the house, I was just on car
I was plottin' on a body since a n*gga in kindergarten
They call me Joker don't fool me Carl
Put the di*k in my stick 'cause I'm paranoid
We hit hard like I'm lifting the weights
Hunnid K in the bank and I made in a day
I gotta do a drill I got me a wraith
Get the momma if she squealin' take off her face
My lawyer caucasian he beating my cases
Ay, look at they faces, they said I won't make it
And I'm poppin' my sh*t, b*tch you know that it stains
Hе took me on the drill and then I startеd blankin'
I'ma let the n*gga know that this sh*t murder
How the f*ck n*gga b*tch n*ggas in my circle
Too many bullets on the opps, I was splurgin'
Not catchin' no bodies? The f*ck is yo' purpose
b*tch n*gga put that work, get him shirted
Two choppas and the bowls in the back so I'm dirty
I'ma dump the whole clip, I don't show no mercy
b*tch, I'm shootin' sh*t for real should have gave me a jersey
Got some Grape Street Crippers and they post in the Jerseys
Took the pack from the plug when a n*gga tried to serve me
Hunnid hoes pour in up, so I talk a lil' slurry
n*gga dissed on my brother, so his ass got buried
[Chorus]
Do the math with the buy, I'ma find the circ*mference
Better know what it is, don't be making assumptions
He makin' no sense, b*tch stop all that nonsense
White boy in the cut and he shoot, Luka Dončić
I roll up a blunt and you know that it's runted
b*tch I roll up a opp, so you know he got blunted
Ran off on the plug, then I ran into to the Tony
Ran off on that n*gga as soon as front of me

[Verse 2]
Ay, my n*gga Shotta Fam, you know that he under me
If you f*ck with my n*gga, then I put you under me
Insane in asylum my dawg just be hunting me
I'm watching my back, b*tch you know you not gunning me
Don't you call me lil' brother, you n*ggas not sonning me
Knock that b*tch out the clothes make his mom do the laundry
My di*k in her tummy, I say that it's Sunny D
My choppa so big that it look it's Heavy D
It's a whole lot of dope in the pot with some recipe
He think about testing me, choppa protecting me
This b*tch started ripping this clip is dissecting b*tches
Don't you hop in the water, it's hot, don't you intervene
My shooter, he shooting sh*t like he was elevate
I be on lean, I'm leaning on Riri
I'm smoking a blunt while I'm f*cking on Kiki
f*cked up in the 'cat while I f*ck, b*tch I'm geekin'
Red tip, blue tip, these not BB's
Sip up when wintertime, n*ggas ain't seeme
n*gga wanna jack, so the pus*y n*gga got beat
Put the gun to yo' back, turn the fight to a track meet
And the gun automatic, so it clap on a fast beat
Couple guns in the attic, 'cause it got a lil' dirty
When the sun hit the Patek make that b*tch start flirting
Make a son in the pus*y, then I make her take a Plan B
[Chorus]
Do the math with the brick, I'ma find the circ*mference
Better know what it is, don't be making assumptions
He makin' no sense, b*tch stop all that nonsense
White boy in the cut and he shoot, Luka Dončić
I roll up a blunt and you know that it's runted
b*tch I roll up a opp, so you know he got blunted
Ran off on the plug, then I ran into to the Tony
Ran off on that n*gga as soon as he front of me