Self Revive Lyrics

Ayy, it's montana, baby, gang

Ayy, they want me to talk my shit, so you know I'm finna talk it

Oh, but shoutout Jb, that nigga gave me the inspiration to this

(3hreeL & after)

Pop out, Glocks out, with the switches on the back

Stupid ass, nut got his hat hit, but his life ain't snappin' back

Down your block, throwin' bullets like a fuckin' quarterback

Hit him in stride, no Randy Moss, but lil' dude catchin' that

We hit the party 5-deep, but everybody got they blick

Throw an diss, turn into boosie, set it off up in this bitch

Steady dissin' for some clout, now y'all finna make me mad

Made the Glock sound like a chop, that bitch gon' get to glitching fast

"Montana never in the city," n****s, shut the fuck up

I'm the one that hopped up out the cut and fucked your partner up

Who you shot, who you killed, so what you talkin' for

If he ain't did his shit to nobody, then hush that shit up

N****s hate us cause we did the shit they couldn't

N****s hate us cause we took the risk they wouldn't

I was down and looked up all of a sudden, now I'm winnin

Give a fuck what you say about me, but keep John, out your mentions

Hop up out the cut, screamin' peek-a-boo, and get the hittin' at you

That's your brother, that's your twin, bitch, you dying with him too

And your mama got somethin' to say, we slidin' on that bitch too

Ain't nobody gettin' spared, n***a, fuck wrong with you

Quick to bless the pussy, n***a, like a n***a ass, ACHOO

Got one foot off in the industry, they don't wanna let me through

We stood on business, so damn long my motherfuckin' feet hurt

Dissing my threes, get your face put on a fuckin' t-shirt

TonTon had to self-revile like two times, that bitch a zombie

R** too, That bitch got wrapped down like a motherfuckin' mummy

I been tryin' to fuck on, shh, only cause that hoe a eater

We just fuckin', I ain't tryin' to lay up, baby, you a skeezer

Told that bitch to use her lips, to help me get my rocks off

Then get out, kick her to the curb like a punter in the playoffs

I hate you n****s in the city, got them hoes thinkin' they special

Ask for money, I ain't no trick, I'm leaving quicker than I met you

I see these bitches sneak dissin', put a name to this shit

Fuck out my way, them hoes know I slap the makeup off a bitch

Hoes be talkin' like she poppin', I'm the one that got you lit

And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a who made you, bitch

And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a that made you, bitch

And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a that made you, bitch

It's Montana, baby, you know, CBG Montana

3 Life, it's all there, it's all good, you see

Talk my shit every time, you know I gotta pop my shit

Cause it's Montana, baby

Like, would it be me if I didn't pop my shit

Like just think about it

I'ma let you answer the question for yourself

It's 3L, bitch