Montana Of 300 - The Last Dance lyrics

[Montana Of 300 - The Last Dance lyrics]

Niggas actin' like I ain't
Mike in this bitch
Way way way way way ahead of the game

Untouchable

Go watch how I blitz for my brothers
Every once and while niggas start shit
They say they want Montana from chiraq
Well then fuck it let's give
Em that hard shit
All black when I gear up no parking
Like a crutch the stick under my armpit
I keep something on deck like a card trick
Tell da opps come and C like it's charlotte
You see me in da hood, grippin that metal
Ain't no jumper cables I spark shit
I'll put holes in the cart
That he pushing and
Turn it to red he ain't shoppin at target
Check him out take his ass off the market
No paint job when I spray and his car flip
Niggas thought they was cool
Till I turned up and blew got da
Airing dat whip like the car vent
Threw up blood in his whip like he gangbang
Threw up blood in his whip call it carsick
Like mechanics I come with them tools
Made him pay like he needed his car fixed
Do you dirty in traffic
Or you'll see this savage inside
Of your house or apartment
No Nintendo I'm blowing that cartridge
That ain't cranberry sauce on his carpet
From the beats to the streets
Ain't no freudin shit
I don't change in the booth
I ain't Clark Kent
I'm Mike Jordan you niggas can't guard this
I spit crack I might be on the narcs list
Bitch I been on my grind
I'm who they will come find just to
Light up that green like a garden
While you niggas was broke, I
Was movin that dro
Had the plug on the phone like it's charger

You going need guns, a shield and a sword
Rambo Judah plus Jesus Christ and the lord
Way more heat than Miami don't
Play with my family
Cause if I can't find you I'm whackin yours
50 up in my clip light him up like a stick
Give it to him I do not mean pass the torch
What the fuck would you
Question my savage for
I'm with the bull like a matador
This ain't tennis I'm not with
The back and forth
Botch I'm known to throw down
Like I'm Crashing Bores
Had his homies surprised once
The fuck nigga die
They can tell he was cappin like baggy shorts
Wear a vest when I shot
Blow this bitch like flute you'll think
I'm trying to summon Dragon Zord
I'm like Zach in all black
You'll be covered in red
Quick as Jason can yell out tyrannosaurus
Then go hop in shit that you can't afford
I'm saucin, ya bitch wanna taste a nigga
They say tony don't go because with out ya
Flow the games gonna die dehydration nigga
I go hard for that paper so cut it out
Got da game in my hand like rock, paper
Scissors

Ya favorite rapper so basic nigga
Benefit off watching me babysitter
I breath life in da game, dis
Ain't saga nigga, once they cop
They in shock like they tase a nigga
My heart is cold it ain't safe for niggas
Hell or haven going have to
Make space for niggas
Once I take this botch out
Like we datin nigga
I'm going dump I do not
Mean break up with her
Up this mac in face of hatin nigga
Put da clip to his temple no taper nigga
Shots flippin like they sensi was splinter
Make em sleep in a week
It's a wait for niggas
Blew like magic, she kill fa me lakers center
Don't play games where I'm from
This ain't Vagas nigga
Valet drivers steering while we
Load da weapons
On my way
They don't know they so close to heaven
Like a blunt I roll up
Everyone in this bitch
Takin hit's you going think
It's a smoking session
I ain't no kappa you know we steppin
Walk the same when ain't none
Of my solders present
This rapper keep a mac never no protection
She always on my dick but ain't no obsession

Handle and chrome
Red light on that bitch like da camera was on
Kicked in some doors I done ran in some homes
Then let that bitch like
Don't answer the phone
Momma off crack, tell me go in the back
Fist balled like Thanos a hand full of stones
Felt like she wasn't on the planet I'm on
See parents get money but managed it wrong
Age 17 I jumped off of da porch
I started off with a half of a zone
Once I ran it up I was trafficking drugs
Call junk in da trunk you know pam and Jarome
Tony played in his pin
While I packaged pounds
Tryna grind so my kids never have to frown
40 Cal I made sure I kept that around
So they can't say they didn't
Have they dad around
I was not lackin then, I ain't lackin now
Bitch I move like da minister, pat him down

I go hard in da paint, never backin down
With this rap shit I snap like a crocodile
With the pen he wise
But don't think that mean I
Won't wack a clow
Imma roll up and then smoke him
40 blow buddy down like a pack a loud
I'm bussin dis bitch like her tubes tied
Or like she told me she can't have a child
Message to all his friends, don't
Act tough for pretend
Or it's poppin again like it's back in style
You betta dip lower my shooters
Going pull up and
Put a hole in ya cap and gown
I light up your block and
Come back around with
Two rockets I call em T-Mac and Yao
Play my cards and I run with a bad hand
Bitch I rap like every day my last chance
When I'm gone they going say I'm bad man
Bitch I been on my bullshit da last dance

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