MontannaATM - Still Spinnin
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{intro}
Gang
(guru, this is fire) brrat
Tsg, take some gang, nigga
Sorry for the wait (we run the 100s)
{verse}
They can't troll me in the streets, we step on niggas every day
And my opps, they broke as fuck, they can't troll me at the bank (they can't troll me at the bank)
I'm sippin' wocky 'til i'm stuck, we pour like six lines to the face (what?)
Raise the glock and let it bust, nigga, fuck your homie, he got faced (bah)
I got so numb to pain, shit, i forgot how i should actually feel
It pour when it rains, i treat my gucci umbrella like a shield
Deep off in my bag, they steady askin' do i got a deal
I'm independеnt, this shit on the floor, nigga, that's just what it is (that's what it is)
Nigga, we gon' pull up them, spark and hit our targеt, then he done (get 'em)
Foenem did it off the love, just to be sure, i sent the funds (ayy, what's your cash app?)
7.62 hit you, he say he want smoke, we pierced his lungs (bah, brr)
Self-made man, nigga, i can you touched off just because
Poppin' green xans, i mix it with codeine while loadin' guns
Put like forty in my fifty, left some room for it to bust
He say he need some 'bows, if you ain't spendin' ten, that ain't enough
My hand was never out and everything i got came out the mud
Nigga, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, i never asked, i didn't bother
Touched a hundred racks without no deal, lil' nigga, i need a oscar
I can see you fake-ass nigga never wanted to see me prosper (they don't wanna see me win)
I can see you snake-ass niggas comin', i can't wait to pop you
I put the fetty on the dog, i just hope nobody od
I know they lookin' for me, if they catch you, you don't know me
I be with them shooters in my city movin' low-key
If you ain't never touched a hundred racks, then your life so weak
I just made like thirty on the backend, it's a slow week
I mix two fours, purple with the yellow, now i'm kobe
Straight to the money, won't waste my time, pull off in a foreign, it's new
And i don't need nobody up on my side as long as i'm fuckin' with you
She asked for a nickel, i threw her a dime, ten racks for a couple of shoes
That micro drac' stay on my side, she know how to up it and shoot
I know these bitch-ass niggas ain't gon' ride, i put all my trust in my tool (they ain't on shit)
These niggas be bitches, they really be actin'
Step in my way, i'ma give 'em a casket
{outro}
Gang
{intro}
Gang
(guru, this is fire) brrat
Tsg, take some gang, nigga
Sorry for the wait (we run the 100s)
{verse}
They can't troll me in the streets, we step on niggas every day
And my opps, they broke as fuck, they can't troll me at the bank (they can't troll me at the bank)
I'm sippin' wocky 'til i'm stuck, we pour like six lines to the face (what?)
Raise the glock and let it bust, nigga, fuck your homie, he got faced (bah)
I got so numb to pain, shit, i forgot how i should actually feel
It pour when it rains, i treat my gucci umbrella like a shield
Deep off in my bag, they steady askin' do i got a deal
I'm independеnt, this shit on the floor, nigga, that's just what it is (that's what it is)
Nigga, we gon' pull up them, spark and hit our targеt, then he done (get 'em)
Foenem did it off the love, just to be sure, i sent the funds (ayy, what's your cash app?)
7.62 hit you, he say he want smoke, we pierced his lungs (bah, brr)
Self-made man, nigga, i can you touched off just because
Poppin' green xans, i mix it with codeine while loadin' guns
Put like forty in my fifty, left some room for it to bust
He say he need some 'bows, if you ain't spendin' ten, that ain't enough
My hand was never out and everything i got came out the mud
Nigga, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, i never asked, i didn't bother
Touched a hundred racks without no deal, lil' nigga, i need a oscar
I can see you fake-ass nigga never wanted to see me prosper (they don't wanna see me win)
I can see you snake-ass niggas comin', i can't wait to pop you
I put the fetty on the dog, i just hope nobody od
I know they lookin' for me, if they catch you, you don't know me
I be with them shooters in my city movin' low-key
If you ain't never touched a hundred racks, then your life so weak
I just made like thirty on the backend, it's a slow week
I mix two fours, purple with the yellow, now i'm kobe
Straight to the money, won't waste my time, pull off in a foreign, it's new
And i don't need nobody up on my side as long as i'm fuckin' with you
She asked for a nickel, i threw her a dime, ten racks for a couple of shoes
That micro drac' stay on my side, she know how to up it and shoot
I know these bitch-ass niggas ain't gon' ride, i put all my trust in my tool (they ain't on shit)
These niggas be bitches, they really be actin'
Step in my way, i'ma give 'em a casket
{outro}
Gang
