Montana Of 300

Montana Of 300 - Faneto (Remix) lyrics

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Feat. J-Real & Talley Of 300

40s in this bitch, knives in this bitch

Slide in this bitch, iron on our hip

Squad in this bitch, we live in this bitch

Try in this bitch, you'll die in this bitch

40s in this bitch, knives in this bitch

Slide in this bitch, iron on our hip

Squad in this bitch, we live in this bitch

Try in this bitch, you'll die in this bitch

And I be hearing all that snitch ________

I told him to let me get them

They just mad cause we’re high now

Tony told them that the word is ours now

So all you suckers got to starve now

You all gonna make me bring the block out

You know how I rock , nigga

Niggaz tried to take my life

But I ain’t going

Stupid Steve hit the corner, blow him

Now you know Shorty with the shit

I’m in the _____ working out my wrist

I got money I got guns

I might shoot some shit up just for fun

What’s wrong with these niggaz?

Must be dumb

They don’t know I’m the cannon

I’d rather get love

But I ain’t got no problem giving you rest, nigga

Take a stand live by

Got my own judge, bitch

‘til they only fuck justice

Cause I pray for my enemies

Yeah I only trust money in this cold world

Why they hatin’?

Hope they ready for the new world

300, we run it

You can’t fuck with this, nigga

Bullshit don’t fly with us

Back to business, man

Niggaz, tell me what’s real

I show you what the difference is

Cut you up

Bitch I won’t get back and forth

Have my arm and armor

When you hear that thunder

That ain’t Thor

Been in the block

I’m back for more

Hit them with what they askin’ for

Yeah, make them bite the dust

Bitch I’m gonna drop 30 on you

My shooter is gonna mess my score

If you could see me

You dream it

Stupid bitch

I’m getting money with my brothers

Fuck niggaz getting robbed faneto, faneto

Don’t ask no shit about no murders we don’t know

Watch those sick cops at TV shows

I just hit a stain faneto

I don’t got no chance for these hoes

I don’t ever make it rain on these hoes

Tell the nigga I ain’t got to spend no game on these hoes

Pretty birds, flamingo

And bitch I just 30K for 3 shows

I’m too fucking hot

They can’t cool me down

We’re connected since the juvenile

We’re closing through the town, hustling and moving pounds

Been in trouble

Fuck your jury trial

Never gave up

Made my duties proud

Model bitches want me now

They like groupies now

1,2,3 rounds for you goofy clowns

Better move around

No mechanic, but don’t need to panic

Keep that fully round

Shoot them up

Then I shoot them down

Where them at?

I bet you are drowned

Your whole squad ____________

My whole groupie would be loud

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