Biografia:
Montana of 300 is an American hip hop recording artist from Chicago, Illinois. His debut studio album, Fire in the Church, which was released in May 2016, peaked at number 95 on the Billboard 200. His rap style is best known for its extensive use of metaphors and complex lyrics set to versatile trap, R&B, and drill beats, while also making remixes to hit songs that, like his originals, often include religious subtext.
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Em
You a pussy you get popped, no janitor I keep the mop
Em G C Bm
That bitch on me when I shop, so come my way like Fetty Wap
Em
I slide for real I'm on your heels when I pull up no ankle socks
Em G C Bm
It's going down relax a nigga like Yung Joc straight at his top
Em
Grew up in the 'jects, we use to hoop on them crates
Em
Gang banging and holdin' up rakes
Em
Start movin' that weight, was gettin' it from outer state
I chose the hustle to escape
Em
While getting this cake, I had to kill a few snakes
I took my crookeds with my straights, hero with no cape
While making sure my people straight, I came out on top like a tank
Em
Now bitch i'm the best, it is not up for debate
Always drop and crack like a vase, more views that a wake
Em
I got what they want like a safe, my ex on my dick Triple H
Em
No I'm not her man, but sometimes my belt got a H
My swagger from outer space
Em
My new bitch is perfect, just right for me like I'm Drake
I eat that pussy like steak
Em
She bad to the bone, she send naked pics to my phone
C
She keep my dick hard as a stone
Em
Gettin' head on my throne, she lick a nigga no Patrón
Bm
Then slide on that D like a zone
Em
I'm fly like a drone, I got to the top on my own
C
I didn't sell my soul to get known
Em
Don't come at me wrong, you can get smoked like a bong
G
Then get yo ass put in my song
Em
Two guns on my waist, big clips like Deandre and Blake
I slid through his home like his base
Em
He ran like a race
Then bullets came out his face, I got out I might shoot like i'm ace
Em
Check out my drip, whole bunch of Gs on my kicks
I look like I hit a lick
Em
I put my niggas on, now my team inside like a pig
We on fire, we lit, call us Bic
Em
I killed your homie, [I'm with you blue] like the Knicks
C
I told you i'm with the shits, 30 in my clip
Em
I upped it and blew like a crip
C
But I'm Donatello with that stick
Em
These niggas slaves, these niggas sellin' they souls
Em
These labels pimpin' they hoes
Em
Dyeing they hair, these niggas looking like trolls
G
Right now they gettin' exposed
Em
You're not a boss, you niggas do as you're told
Em
For the right price you will fold
Em
I know that I'm cold, I'm bodying them like a robe
Em
I just go in I'm like doors
Em
I stay in my mode, bitch I stay grippin' that pole
Em
I don't let go like [evolved]
Em
While on the road, we caught a case with a pole
G D
It got dropped because none of us told
Em
Big faces, I be thumbin' through
C
My squad get money too
Em
A bunch of Gs, on my fuckin' belt, and my luggage too
Em
Take your bitch, fuck her from the back
Her dreams coming true
Em
I fucked her good and she told all her friends
They wanna fuck me too
Em
I put my faith, In god and my gun
C
I don't trust none of you
Em
Had heat on me while I sat in class but it wasn't summer school
Em
I shot niggas in these fucking streets then ball like Uncle Drew
Em
I pop these pussies pill out on these bitches he Cliff Huxtable
Em
Said I don't need a deal I make money moves
Em
Said I don't gotta sign bitch I'm comfortable
Em
If I see you and I don't speak well that means
C Am D
I don't fuck with you
Em
It's FGE and I'm the CEO this what that money do
You a pussy you get popped, no janitor I keep the mop
Em G C Bm
That bitch on me when I shop, so come my way like Fetty Wap
Em
I slide for real I'm on your heels when I pull up no ankle socks
Em G C Bm
It's going down relax a nigga like Yung Joc straight at his top
Em
Grew up in the 'jects, we use to hoop on them crates
Em
Gang banging and holdin' up rakes
Em
Start movin' that weight, was gettin' it from outer state
I chose the hustle to escape
Em
While getting this cake, I had to kill a few snakes
I took my crookeds with my straights, hero with no cape
While making sure my people straight, I came out on top like a tank
Em
Now bitch i'm the best, it is not up for debate
Always drop and crack like a vase, more views that a wake
Em
I got what they want like a safe, my ex on my dick Triple H
Em
No I'm not her man, but sometimes my belt got a H
My swagger from outer space
Em
My new bitch is perfect, just right for me like I'm Drake
I eat that pussy like steak
Em
She bad to the bone, she send naked pics to my phone
C
She keep my dick hard as a stone
Em
Gettin' head on my throne, she lick a nigga no Patrón
Bm
Then slide on that D like a zone
Em
I'm fly like a drone, I got to the top on my own
C
I didn't sell my soul to get known
Em
Don't come at me wrong, you can get smoked like a bong
G
Then get yo ass put in my song
Em
Two guns on my waist, big clips like Deandre and Blake
I slid through his home like his base
Em
He ran like a race
Then bullets came out his face, I got out I might shoot like i'm ace
Em
Check out my drip, whole bunch of Gs on my kicks
I look like I hit a lick
Em
I put my niggas on, now my team inside like a pig
We on fire, we lit, call us Bic
Em
I killed your homie, [I'm with you blue] like the Knicks
C
I told you i'm with the shits, 30 in my clip
Em
I upped it and blew like a crip
C
But I'm Donatello with that stick
Em
These niggas slaves, these niggas sellin' they souls
Em
These labels pimpin' they hoes
Em
Dyeing they hair, these niggas looking like trolls
G
Right now they gettin' exposed
Em
You're not a boss, you niggas do as you're told
Em
For the right price you will fold
Em
I know that I'm cold, I'm bodying them like a robe
Em
I just go in I'm like doors
Em
I stay in my mode, bitch I stay grippin' that pole
Em
I don't let go like [evolved]
Em
While on the road, we caught a case with a pole
G D
It got dropped because none of us told
Em
Big faces, I be thumbin' through
C
My squad get money too
Em
A bunch of Gs, on my fuckin' belt, and my luggage too
Em
Take your bitch, fuck her from the back
Her dreams coming true
Em
I fucked her good and she told all her friends
They wanna fuck me too
Em
I put my faith, In god and my gun
C
I don't trust none of you
Em
Had heat on me while I sat in class but it wasn't summer school
Em
I shot niggas in these fucking streets then ball like Uncle Drew
Em
I pop these pussies pill out on these bitches he Cliff Huxtable
Em
Said I don't need a deal I make money moves
Em
Said I don't gotta sign bitch I'm comfortable
Em
If I see you and I don't speak well that means
C Am D
I don't fuck with you
Em
It's FGE and I'm the CEO this what that money do
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