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fuck da opps - montannaatm lyrics

[intro: o*dog]
and you know what, n*gga?
you actin’ like a lil’ b*tch right now
you actin’ real paranoid and sh*t
now, these motherf*ckers smoked your godd*mn cousin in front of you, n*gga
blew his head off in front of your face and you ain’t gon’ do sh*t?
you actin’ like a lil’ b*tch right now, n*gga
man, f*ck that, i ain’t lettin’ that sh*t ride
we gon’ go there and smoke all these motherf*ckers
i don’t care who the f*ck out there, godd*mn it
is you down, n*gga?

[chorus: montannaatm]
big*ass glock go off, we bustin’ sh*t for real, them b*tches hurt (ryan, what took you so long?)
micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them b*tches squirt (brrt, brrt)
who want war with us? just let me know, this sh*t could be so simple (thank you, timmy boy)
hit they sh*t with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, brеak sh*t down and rip through tissue, uh
n*gga don’t bump his gun, that boy be bappin’, he’s a actor, uh
thеse n*ggas created players, i spin through the 9, i’m lookin’ for factors, uh (where they at?)
them boys tryna talk, i don’t wanna conversate, i’m tryna clap you up

[verse: montannaatm]
n*gga, f*ck whatever you reppin’, whenever you see me, blow your weapon (n*gga, bust it)
switch on the glock, no question, tap this b*tch once and dude ass caught like seven (brrt, brrt)
broad day, chase sh*t down, he bailin’ (he bailin’)
really had n*ggas screamin’ and yellin’ (ah)
this sh*t so crazy, i’m finna backdoor my homie ’cause foenem say he tellin’
like what the f*ck? foenem say he snitchin’ (he a rat)
and i can’t put my trust in hoes and i can’t love these b*tches (and i can’t love these b*tches)
with all these glocks and arps, you want me, come and get me (you want me, come and get me)
you say it’s smoke, just let me see, n*gga, i’ll come through bl!ckin’ (n*gga, i’ll come through bl!ckin’)
glock 19 got fifty, glock got switchy, bounce out, bake sh*t, crispy (bounce out, bake sh*t)
my whole block get busy, brother bail out with like sixty, we probably give him a head*tap
that micro draco sat his ass down, got him and his mans wrapped (sat his ass down)
f*cked the opps up, got they lil’ homie gone, now they want they mans back
he rappin’ and cappin’ on them f*ckin’ songs, he claminin’ his man’s hat (cap)
send sh*t to the reaper, make sure buddy gone, then we finna spin back
it’s a drill, make sure lil’ bro got the wheel
make sure you go get a k!ll
he fall, he f*cked, stand over him (he fall, he f*cked)
[chorus: montannaatm]
big*ass glock go off, we bustin’ sh*t for real, them b*tches hurt (brrt, brrt)
micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them b*tches squirt (get his ass)
who want war with us? just let me know, this sh*t could be so simple (let me know)
hit they sh*t with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, break sh*t down and rip through tissue, uh
n*gga don’t bump his gun, that boy be bappin’, he’s a actor, uh
these n*ggas created players, i spin through the 9, i’m lookin’ for factors, uh (like where they at?)
them boys tryna talk, i don’t wanna conversate, i’m tryna clap you up

- montannaatm lyrics

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