[Verse 1: HighPoint]
Jersey To Chiraq the climax
I been eatin' a n***a just tryna digest
I had too get the best on to show they rhymes whack
Montana of 300 n***a this sh** a bomb threat
I'm about too blow up but i stay compact
These n***as p**y they don't want no contact
Young n***a about to sign with no contract
Cause I'm hot f** a thot & leave that b**h humpbacked
Yeah me & Montana black masked
Just know the helpin' hands carry arms like a cast
n***a whole squad some actors they a cast
& I don't really give a damn about a mutha f**as past
Cause now is now & my n***as gon' blast
Best believe sh** ain't gonna be the last
Got a tech for ya cla**, for the dickheads some mags
Boy we breaking bad, now a n***a in his bag
Hold up these n***as ain't with it
Saw em talking too feds like they was friends, n***as is b**hes
Ima break down the loud by the pound with all swishers
f** a thot & a thot & a thot, damn they all swimmers
I don't f** with no lames my team they all winners
Where these p**y n***as at eat em up they all dinner
My hittas shoot to shoot on god they all sinners
Round here its real cold feels like seasons all winters
Been in this sh** for a minute chill out you a beginner
I can see that your tough, n***a whats in your innerds?
We gon' pull this mac out & see they all sprinters
Red beam on my sh** my hits they all glimmer
If the block get to hot I tell em all simmer
Got a couple bad jawns & i bet they all slimmer
& they wild like Jerry i bet they all springers
These Glocks like doc shots they all gon' stay with em
Han, Boy you know the procedure
Had to flip a pack for this mutha f**in' feature
I'm in the game you can stay in the bleachers
I been through this sh** and life was my teacher
Boy awake now soon he gon' be a sleeper
n***as think they tough with a couple misdemeanors?
Felons come through blasting like a sub woof speaker
Get low to mexico my plug name Cesar
Damn, I'm just some type of creature
Bars hotter then a fever
Na hoe I'm meaner
At the same time cold like a freezer
Mad ratchets I'm more like a heater
Fully automatic hands gon' have seizures
Spit straight bars all fire off the reefa
Cla** in session ESBM we the teacher
Take a seat bruh
HA, you don't really want it with this
Attend ya funeral & hit anybody i missed
& I know you s**in' dick givin' thotties a kiss
I don't need a tech n***a we could do this with fist
I don't care how you die you ain't gonna exist
& i swear to god being broke a n***a resist
& one thing a promise i will never desist
When sh** down around me i stay optimist
& with every plot i got just know theirs a twist
Everything a n***a spit they thought i couldn't consist
Yeah I'm in the booth snapping boy f** a critic
Now critics want me saying n***a how could we miss?
Ima monster n***a comin' out of the mist
Yeah I'm climbing to the top just tryna get rich
How man times I gotta say that you n***as is b**h?
The top getting dirty so I'm back on my sh** HAN!
[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Rap god i go hard with this
You know I'm a don with this
No rubber I'm raw with this
I go in ill, you call in sick
40 full of lead yeah I'm artist
I could draw with this
It came with extra cartridges
I might break the law with this
You don't want no parts of this
I k** em' all like Spartacus
Cross me like hot sausage sh**
Get yo a** a coffin quick
I promise that i love when the opposition be talkin' sh**
& when i pull that Glock out, I don't clock out
I be off'in sh**
Turn up i be balling b**h
My squad be with all the sh**
I put my n***as on
It's FGE & I'm Chris Paul with this
b**h that's what we call a**ist
This is what the f** awesome is
Shawty bad as f** saying she dying too meet the bosses sh**
I gave that b**h the business bro, show that hoe where my office is
This b**h dropped her jaws, & then dropped her draws when she saw the dick
See streets for the feats i got what you need like a pharmacist
Montana Of 300 You b**hes know that i slaughter sh**
GOD!