Montana Of 300 - Try Me (Remix)

Song Rating: 7.87/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook x2 - Dej Loaf]
Let a n***a try me, try me
Im a get his whole mothaf**in family
And I aint playin with nobody
f** around and Im a catch a body

[Verse 1]
Ay let a n***a try me, try me
Im a k** his whole mothaf**in family
Put him on TV like the Cosbys
Ill be bustin through ya door like its Johnny
Got the shotty in my pants walkin like a zombie
Black gloves, black mask when Im doin grimey
Everybody gettin headshots like an I.D
Follow n***as just to shoot em like the paparazzi
And I aint spairin nobody
Ill pop up at his wake and k** his f**in auntie
Keep that 40 right beside me like we Siamese
I stay ready 24/7 tell em come and find me
k** you then go k** a beat thats a double homi
Im Lebron with the heat Jordan in the 90s
Im the f**in greatest, Ali
Tyson mixed with Floyd thats why the wanna sign me
Snap my fingers b**hes on me its like Im Fonzie
Need a b**h thats bout her money like Bonny
I got shooters right beside me and more behind me
My two chains iceberg but you aint gon rob me
Make a gangsta lean pop him like a molly
We gon leave him with the show, money and a body
Shout out my n***a G-boy shout out to Dondi
Broski high as palm trees lookin Chinese
Shout out to my fans I promise to keep it comin
Same n***a still strapped still reppin dirty or nothin man
I been sonning you n***as, I feel like Im Mr. Drummond
Packin heat just like an oven you n***as know how Im comin
Got that 30 and this 40 Nick Cannon how I be drummin
I put n***as underground I feel like Harriet Tubman
Hope them angels watchin over you and you real good at duckin
Once I up that b**h

Im bussin my n***a aint no discussion
40 bang em in the head boy that aint no concussion
Keep that nina in the club I told Keisha to sneak the gun in
Get to fussin and my girl gon smoke him like David Ruffin and
Got you main b**h on my woody so n***as know that Im buzzin
Puttin dick up in your women she feel it all in her stomach
While working 9 to 5s Im piping her like Im plumbin
Talkin sh** ridin clean sumthin like a preacher
Black tints super keyed up with my heater
Steppin out fresh as hell everyday its Easter
Tell them haters move around like they f**in lease up
High school gettin head from my student teacher
Big shout out to Tina she was an eater
Boy theres level to this monster I feel like Frieza
Illest n***a to ever come out a set of speakers
Everytime I drop a remix the rappers freeze up
b**h I gotta feed my sons I wont ever ease up
Got a b**h that got a friend say she wanna team up
Shawty always call me when she want that p**y beat up
Ass fatter than Serena you shoulda seen her
Put that b**h up on the wall yall Mona Lisa
Then I laid her on her back while I had her feet up
She like when I f** her slow and when I speed up
All my haters in the bleachers get your cheese up
If you really doin you then what you watching me for
Homie you dont wanna smoke you dont want no beef bruh
Slide on money like a Visa and get to squeezin
Only aimin at your windows gla** cleaner
Cook a n***a slide him in a box like a pizza
p**y, catch a body then catch amnesia
Aint no talkin to the refs get your a** Td up

[Hook - Dej Loaf]

[Bridge x2 - Montana of 300]
Ay let a n***a try me, try me
Im a k** his whole mothaf**in family
I swear to god I aint playin with no body
Ask about me and my n***as b**h we got them bodies

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 09:15