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Montana Of 300 - Computers lyrics


Feat : Savages

[Verse 1: $avage]
You got all these social media accounts n***a
Behind computers, all you do is run your mouth n***a
Don’t make me pull up with some shooters at your house n***a
Like we saw that sh** you talking bout n***a!
He tried to turn up, got my burner, block like Bobby Shmurda
If I don’t got it, pockets hurting, I’m a rob a person
If he don’t go my heat gon blow, they gotta doc and nurse him
Or box and hearse him, I don’t box, I pop my Glock and murk em
And b**h I’m headed to your city
Just me and Big Bro, Citi
Got 30 hanging out the semi
Off this mothaf**a, shoot him in the fizzace
And n***as said they tryna get me
But b**h I’m always in the hood like I’m Kenny
Man free my Uncle out the you know, every verse for you
If rap don’t work and work don’t move it’s back to murking dudes
I f** your b**h, she s** my dick don’t take it personal
I cock my Glock and drop his top like a convertible
Can’t f** with n***as, lot of n***as fu
Shout out FGE, them my dudes
He think he 2pac with the juice, until he Bishop on the roof
Man n***as b**hes, Twitter talking, I ain’t with the talking
They with they b**hes pillow talking, all them n***as frauding
Say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that n***a walking
Rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking
Don’t use emojis, n***as know me, you got poles then show me
But n***as police, run up on me smoke em like some OG
My OG told me, “n***as phony, watch them like a rollie”
I’m in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding
He posted pictures of a gun but got 200 likes
But when I caught em in public wasn’t no gun in sight
My shooters down to put it on em, he won’t see the morning
Might roll up on him, blow and if he p**y I’m a show him
Straight up exposing, don’t do talking, I shoot like the Office
They gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder
And I’m headed to your block b**h
Me and my n***as on that mob sh**
And you know Juno on some hot sh**
Glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks
And money cheese bought a brand new .45
He had already ran through like 45, Mob

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
A lot of n***as acting hard, on these computers
Hate that this gangster got bars like Larry Hoover
And everything I touch get ripped, like Freddy Krueger
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If I pursue you, click clack booya, we sing hallelujah
The clip threw up in my ruger, same size of a ruler
Flex like Lex Luger with my shooters, pockets fat like Buddha
Got racks like Hooters, but as soon as rappers act like Luda
Get smoked like hookah, ice like coolers I feel like a Jeweler
You n***as b**hes boy you fugazee, blow yo top off boy you faker than a toupee
These n***as p**y watch my rachet pop that coochie
Clip like a preview then I show them like a movie
Come through your job, go out the sunroof with that Uzi
Dark nights like Batman let my gat blam now you Two Face
Straight off like Lupe, leave your n***as blew like 2k
I ball like 2K but be strapped like Call of Duty
I’m bout the action, ain’t no acting this is not rehearsal
Ain’t with the lacking, b**h that rachet hug me like a girdle
Two straps like Urkel, I’m not verbal, k**ers in my circle
Montana always rock bandanas like a Ninja Turtle
When I send shells, no Donatello you get smoked like purple
Go in like curfew, pop and murk you, I’m gon white T-shirt you
I’m sonning n***as like I birth you, my sh** just too fertile
I hop on tracks and get sh** jumping like a f**ing hurdle
I’m fly as sh** yes I am sick, I got the Flu
I got that bag, I got that swag, I got that juice
Yo b**h feeling me like a ma**euse
She wanna give a n***a neck just like a noose
I ain’t fu, gun cases, I caught two
This what I do, pull up shooting like I hoop
Touch every n***a in your circle, Duck Duck Goose
And even God knows I’m a k**er on the loose
Two shots in your leg homie, I’m a make you beg homie
Uh uh don’t be scared homie, two shots hit your dreads homie
Ten more to your head homie, bro like “Yo, he dead Tony!”
I’m just making sure I reunite him with his dead homie
I was the plug, my clientele they used to spend
Drug trafficking, I got that work out like a gym
I hope God forgives me for my sins
(Stupid b**h!) Me and Jesus look like twins!
Same color skin, I’m just inked up like a pen
When I pull up you gonna catch shots just like a rim
He think he Pac above the rim, so I did his a** like Birdie at the end
I just bought a Glock with all the perks
I just got 5000 for a verse
Like hold that cash and got that strap just like a purse
I be counting mula like a clerk
And counting blessings although I feel like I’m cursed
Man I done put some n***as in the dirt
My choppers used to sing just like Lil Vert
Get ready for fire in the church

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