Montana Lee - Packwoods

Ima real Nigga ain't too much
That you can tell me
Snatch a Nigga shit put it to his face
And that's a selfie
All green bitch this Biscotti on a diet I'm kinda healthy
They say Tana when you signing
I can't wait for them to shelve me
I Told my nigga if he getting in
Then he betta ride
Like I'm sitting on da stand bitch I'll never tell a lie
Catch a rapper at his show
And pop his ass it's televised
Bro shoulda been a bakery owner
Nigga steady selling pies
If I can't smell it through the pack
Already know it ain't legit
Ion get on gram and post
Bitch I'm the nigga that's gone trip
I gotta stick just like a bong
I'll pull it
It a rip
Make pros off everything
Sell a nigga hollow tips
Square nigga out of shape
You the type to really move wrong
He a perv he can't even be inside a school zone
I fuck the baddest bitches
This nigga bitches wearing school clothes
Make a nigga bitch do all the shit
I wouldn't do tho
Nigga playing pussy
They gone get knocked up
Like they Juno
Fuck around and throw one hand
We drawing four just like it's Uno
You see them bodies on the ground
Who dropped them bitches
Nigga you know
In twenty ten I swear my nigga had some pink
Like sum Nuvo
You can't pick a side
Alright have Brody mask up with a suit on
He careless always dropping shit
Like pop when sipping two fours
Might wear the wig and do the joggies
Set him up he thinks it's two hoes
No driving by we walking up
We hit his ass and dead him two holes

Written by:
Cedric Logan Jr.

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