Montana Of 300 - Computers lyrics

[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 co*k 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 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