Montana Of 300 - Bad Combo lyrics

[Intro: Nasty Nem] NASTY... Uhh Huh! Lets get it, from the Yay to Chiraq! [Verse 1: Nasty Nem] I'm a show stoppin', ho knockin' Four poppin', hydro coppin' Straight dough swappin, slow noddin' Always under po-po dodgin, flow choppin' Road-blockin', stone cold but I'm no Austin! I'm from the Bay where life's cheap They bidding on you with no auction! I'm so clean I need no moppin' 20 deep with my folks mobbin' Guaranteed all my shows rockin' Her panties wet when we go shoppin! Affiliated with the money team We got big rings n***a no boxin' Yo baby momma get kidnapped for that ransom money Ain't no option, I slang with metal Magneto! I'm a war machine like Don Cheadle And they be catchin' everything I'm throwin' at em' Tim Tebow! They'll find your body with Nemo, hottest in the Bay Okay we know, it's Nasty a** Nemesis with Montana of three-zero Matter fact just add one more zero, I hate a n***a that freeload Strong armed robbery, n***a don't be no hero Oh your video is on VEVO, but your video views should say zero! You'll get shot on the way to your own funeral like Benzino! Don't let your body get repo'd, big ups to Diddy and Rebo Play with me all you gon' see big flashy lights just like Reno Don't look to hard at my people cuz my people shootin' through peep-holes I love my nina so much, that you would think I'm so emo I'm never goin' too deep bro, Nasty Nem I'm all about C-notes No essays, no paragraphs, boy murda' murda' all she wrote Wait hold up Childish Gambino you try us and all you gon' see smoke! And when we come around your block, just tuck your chain like I'm Debo! [Verse 2: Montana of 300] Rap god b**h come pray to me, better watch what you say to me I'm not Lebron I stay with heat, Broski gon' shoot like Ray with me Got hitters in Peoria, even more off in Kankakee p**y n***as don't play with me, put a end to they bravery Kick his door soon as they asleep, take em out like they datin' me You can look at my face and see, n***a it ain't no fake in me The last n***a to beef with me, to say the least b**h they deceased I set it off so n***as know I f**in' Will no Jada Pinkett I send these bullets at you broad day, they on you like Baby D Shout out to big homie for introducing José to me It's FGE we ballin' my n***a we who they pay to see We caked up like the bakery, I should start my own agency No Meek Mill I don't pop willies, I don't pop mollies, I pop n***as b**h it's Montana I'm a hot n***a, like record labels I drop n***as Yo main b**h, leave my co*k in her, p**y so wet need a mop in her And it's DTA keep a Glock wit' em, gotta watch n***as and he stop b**hes If they actin up, I'ma cop him up, take him out the picture I crop n***as If my n***as snitchin, then that make him guilty by a**ociation I'm a cop k**a Doin hits Big Bambino, then I'm walkin' off like Kemo, yeah I wet him up And that's exactly how they gonna find his a** like Nemo! Leave his body cold sub-zero, now put him six feet below! Funeral line while his momma cryin' any n***a tryin is gonna' be mo', SQUAD!