Montana Of 300 - Livin' Large lyrics

[Hook: Lucky 7] I got bands up in my pocket, boy I'm livin' large k**in' verses, just waitin' for the judge to charge Chillin' with my constellation cause we all some stars Boy I'm livin' large, catch me in a foreign car Burnin' paper, screamin' f** a hater cause we goin' far We in this b**h a hundred deep, they know who we are We livin' large, we livin' large If they want it, come and get it, you know where we are [Verse 1: Lucky 7] Foreign all over my body, I pull inside of a brand new Ferrari, I'm gone Prolly swimmin' in some women, I'm sorry, but you know the kid puttin' on Every time I walk into the building motherf**er lookin' at me, tryin' hide they b**h, why? Everybody know the son'll make their chick disappear like it's nothin' but a magic trick Ay, I got get it, every little bit of it, I'm k**in' it, so I don't got you feelin' it, I skip a little bit of Christmas But I'm gifted, can't miss this, shot explicit but I'm sh**tin' on competition Ay, ay, I'm young and gettin' it, only nineteen Snapback my crown, call me the king, 309 my city, who against the team? [Hook] [Verse 2: Mario Canon] Swag on my body, my pockets' karate I'm feelin' like Rocky, nobody can stop me I need a Bugatti, Roberto Cavalli A thotty, [?], you b**h is a hobby They be like, “Canon why you act like that?”, rat-tat-tat, pat-pat-pat Strapped like sandals, [?], pocket full of vandals, light a n***a up like a candle Y'all can't stand it, catch me out in traffic, bet I'll put your b**h on my team just like a draft pick I ain't never lackin', [?], shootin' n***as, we don't play no D like the Mavericks, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Montana of 300] It's Mister Let That Forty, uh huh, let that forty bang I got bands all in pockets, b**hes hope I make it rain Check my bags and check my tags, b**h I'm finessin', flexin', strappin' And my concerts, just imagine, tickets sell out, Dexter Jackson Cause they know who the flyest, FGE, I'm the pilot Got labels tryna buy it, I'm livin' large like a giant And I got thick bands of that purple that flood my jeans like Urkel I'm double-strapped, no parachute, and this fly sh**, no bird poop Got Polo on me, Gucci on me, yeah you know I'm fly as f** And every time I pull up, hoes on me no fire truck All up on my [?] dick, haters tryna [?] sh** Run up on my [?] and catch seven from this canon quick I'm livin' large, don't doubt that, foreign things, hop out that Got a bad b**h that counts stacks with a stupid a** and she bounce back That murder sh**, I'm bout that, guns all where my house When them hollow tails pop out that , you get smoked like [?] [Hook]