Montana Of 300 - Flooded The Land lyrics

Bitch, I was the plug
I been touching them bands
I was moving them drugs
I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams
Now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants
You don't wanna dance
Bitch, I was the plug
I was touching them bands
I was moving them drugs
I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams
Now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants
You don't wanna dance

I got this bitch on my hip
Now, you don't wanna dance
I ain't Chris Brown
Had a house full of sticks like the
Three little pigs, I ain't woofin'
I been blowin' shit down
Daddy told me to shoot if shit get foul
I got paid like the Opera for getting loud
What you know about Tic-tac-toe
Had my ex's put o's into big pounds
All the drugs that I sold, shh
I'm lucky nobody told
Supplying the buyers, no washer and dryer
Was moving them loads
On the phone I was sneezing and coughing
I was talking in codes
Now I'm selling out shows, Players Club
I got poles
Put a end to your life you don't wanna start
I'ma aim at your circle, not throwing darts
Don't you know that my
Chopper do Open-heart?
If I snap I'ma drop 'em, no Owen Hart
Bitches want me to cut
Yeah I know I'm sharp
Need a rug and a carpet, my flow is hard
I'm backstage with the gang the fans
Screaming my name loud as fuck
They can't wait for my show to start
I was making a killing off
Drugs I was dealing
I flooded the land like I'm Noah's Ark
Used to so much love to my
Clientele, I was frontin' them bitches
Not Rosa Parks
Told them pull in the alley
Pop open your trunk
Had the whip gettin' pounds
Like I'm towing cars
I was touching that cash, luggage
Up in the back
Tryna get me an M like the golden arch

Bitch, I was the plug
I been touching them bands
I was moving them drugs
I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams
Now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants
You don't wanna dance
Bitch, I was the plug
I was touching them bands
I was moving them drugs
I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams
Now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants
You don't wanna dance

This nigga's in Paris, designer from France
I'm drippin' dressing, hoes on me, no ranch
I don't need no advance, I'm
A rider like Lance
I came out of that dirt with
The pot like I'm plants
I will pull up with them trees in the trunk
Never leave my house without that
Stick like a branch
35 haters, my shot like Durant's, we
Pull up and pop 'em
Then roll like we xans
A young nigga loving life
Tryna make sure my brothers right
Know when you leave the crib you
Might not make it back
Kiss your babies and hug 'em tight
I was risking my freedom and life
Pray my kids never have to
Know what it's like
Them pounds came in 20's
Compressed in a box
Broke 'em down with a butter knife
I was connected to plug, no appliance
Forty cal' on me while serving my clients
I keep that bitch on me when I'm in public
Whenever I'm driving it sit on my private
Ain't nothing change but
My motherfuckin' number
Ate with my team, I feel like Kobe Bryant
I'm fly with my guys
I feel like I'm Goliath
You kill one of mines we
Gon' do more than riot
Pull up in the foreign, the
Pipes on it roarin'
Got top from his main and
You know I ain't lying
Your life will get cancelled, the
Beef will get handled
Boy this ain't a sample you
Don't wanna try it
Strap on my shoulder, like Andre the Giant
I'll let this chopper dissect him
No science
Wet up his shirt
Air him out like he's drying
I caught a few bodies, my opps can't deny it

Bitch, I was the plug
I been touching them bands
I was moving them drugs
I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams
Now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants
You don't wanna dance
Bitch, I was the plug
I was touching them bands
I was moving them drugs
I was flooding the land
No more adding up grams
Now I rap and got fans
I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants
You don't wanna dance