[Hook: Montana of 300]
Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty
Keep the green on me like a jets jersey
Tell a opposition I ain’t never worried
Keep the 30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
Tell a opposition I ain’t never worried
Keep the 30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty
Keep the 30 on me like I’m Stephen Curry
[Verse 1: J Real]
Don’t come around my block n***a
Knowing damn well we don’t rock wit ya
30’s off in these Glocks n***a
Squeeze that b**h it don’t stop n***a
Imma ? n***a, I pop n***as
If he riding with ya, he gon die with ya
Pull up right beside n***as
And let the whole clip ride n***a
Blowing sh**, I go broke in sh**
Then I’m poking sh** doors get kicked
223 with a 50 clip
It take two hands to even hold the b**h
f** n***as I can’t trust them
Did once and I learned my lesson
Crossed the n***a like an intersection
Had to pick his a** like an interception
Hit his a** with that Smith & Wesson
Murder sh**, I think I got a fetish
When I shoot that gun and I see that blood
Everybody dead so ain’t nobody tellin’
They like there he go, yeah here I am
Not to long ago, I was in the can
Now I’m fly as peter pan
And these b**hes wanna kick it like Jackie Chan
FGE b**h we the clan
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Your b**h blue like a pepsi can
And I’m a pimp n***a, I ain’t never payin
[Hook]
[Verse 2: J Real]
Don’t know a misdemeanor only cla** X
30 shots when I blast tecs
Hop up outta that Aztec
Counting bodies like I’m Mad Max
I’m in the Windy City brought some k**ers with me
b**hes f**in for a fifth of ?
That’s why I can never love a ho
Kick her out before she get comfortable
I’m J Real I won’t lack, opps know that I’m on that
Meet a n***a at his doormat
Run up on him let the pole clap
Momma told me mutha f**ers phony
Don’t trust a n***a, far as you can throw him
f** the feds they trying to slam my bro
These n***as hating on me, I don’t even know em’
f** I need to come back for
Got mine hope you got yours
40 Cal that’s my boy
Send a n***a to the top floor
Like boom b**h n***a take this
Remember jackie and I had to hold a clip
But the motha f**ers still ? spit
So I ain’t give a f**, I was drilling b**h
[Hook]