JAMBA BOYS - Mike Montana

Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
I might, I might

I might throw a touchdown like Joe Montana
Then I might call up Mike Montana
Then I might drink some strawberry Fanta
Then I might take your girlfriend for ransom
I might call up Hannah Montana
Boy we grew up on that shit
We grew up on Morty and Rick
And me and St. Manny are like Lilo & Stitch, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel like Madea, Tyler Perry
Feel like Jason, this shit can get scary
I can't ever buy her a wedding ring
And if I do then assume something's wrong with me
And please don't text me
Man I swear, I told her a lot of things
She wasn't the best looking honestly
But I still would've hit in an odyssey, yeah
Would've hit from the back
Would've pulled out her tracks
Would've came with the racks
Yeah, abracadabra
We was on mars, Pluto, I'm Casper, haha
What'd Kanye say?
Ok, ok
Ok, ok
You'll never stop it now, she needs to stop it now
I told her get a Lyft home
Told her bitch I ain't driving you home
Told her bitch you did me so wrong
Told her bitch I hope your families gone, haha
Ok, I'm far from home like Spider-Man
I feel like Peter Pan
I couldn't grow up popping xans, so I grew up on X-men, haha
I washed my hands of the whole goddamn situation
I told myself just turn on some of that toxic Drake shit, haha
None of that, KeKe do you love me shit
None of that, you used to call me on my cellphone shit
I need some of that, I'm outside in an AMG
Right outside
KeKe, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Shoutout Mike Montana
Let's go, I'm out

Written by:
JAMBA BOYS, Kyrin Thomas

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