Montana Lee - #224L Pt. 2

Look aye bag on me feeling very lovely
Overweight it's to the point
I think I need a Duffy
I been in this fit for two days
Smelling very musty
My niggas placing bets on the blues
But it's not Kentucky
Minus yo attitude I swear
Bitch you not so ugly
Kicking bitches out the loft
She told us she not gone stuff it
That's my man's man
He ain't my mans
I'm not gone trust him
I'm Finna test that nigga heart
He not so buster
I'm five seven keep a five seven
Boy thats too ironic
Shoot a Nigga make him dance
He did the supersonic
You the type of nigga like to talk
You like to hoot and holler
Follow you to grams crib
We don't shoot at grandmas
But we shoot at Popeyes
Put some chicken onna burger head
Im tryna get him squashed
Just like a muthafucking vegetable
Aye ease dropping who you telling too
Got me in that room I wrote a statement
It wasn't legible
They couldn't read it
It said fuck em
It's a reason why I duck em
If I ever get caught I'm getting out
Don't get in trouble
You come back with scratches on your face
I swear that ima buss you
We don't never do no tussle
We just buss em
We just pop em like pimple nigga
I'll put to your cheek just like it's a dimple nigga
You ain't dummy you ain't slide up inna rental Nigga
Did it in your own whip
Boy you just a simple nigga
Spin around and spin around
Cuz I get dizzy wit it
I told my niggas
We gone get a bag
Its not more penny pinching
My bitch had left I can't even get mad
Cuz it's be plenty fishes
Huh It's be in the sea
I be swimming hella deep
I'm mad as fuck
Can't be sticked up with bro cuz he got felonies
And this shit tatted on me
Boy you know this hella deep
Tryna catch me slippin from the back
I swear boy that when Melly creep
Ain't no testing me
I'll get a nigga aced
Just told the opps
They better come through
I won't forget the Drac
I'm sliding wit it
Bitch I'm dying it
When we slide we hit bout five niggas
This bitch fire quicker
When I shoot I hit bout nine niggas
Ain't shit changed about me
Still got chains around me
Raised around vacant houses
Pops he shaved dem ounces
Days was shady cloudy
I got out them bitches
I remember days yall doubt a Nigga
Fuck some clout I got some money Nigga
Gone and doubt the figures

Written by:
Cedric Logan Jr

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