Montana Flow Lyrics

Bitch, I ain't the one to play with

I be scaring myself, I'm feeling dangerous

If I spin her, she get a hundred Wilt Chamberlain

Cause bitch, I let this tool blam

I got fifty for his stomach, it's like food stamps

She ain't tryna fuck, say she got a few cramps

Make it sing on your top, bitch, I'm JB

Pull up and we smoking shit, yeah, we trey deep

Talk to me nice, bent the block, damn, I misshaped it

I could be a killer, but I'm grown, so I be patient

Bitch, Colt forty five, it gon' blame ya

Bitch, whole time been with the scammers

Bitch, talk to your mama, ain't got manners

Bitch, nail on the head, we got the hammers

Bringing out some thots they love the sound of my race car

Playing with your life, you could take us, but can't take ours

Do him like Tony, two two three, leave his face scarred

I'm a little skinny, but I still lift a AR

These bullets fire, I be trippin' if they don't hit

Blower was in the car, but I left it at the fuckin' crib

Got beef, then I'm stepping on, like I'm Nardo Wick

Big four five, touch my dog, then I'm John Wick

Make it sing on your top, bitch, I'm JB

Pull up and we smoking shit, yeah, we trey deep

Talk to me nice, bent the block, damn, I misshaped it

I could be a killer, but I'm grown, so I be patient

Bitch, Colt forty five, it gon' blame ya

Bitch, whole time been with the scammers

Bitch, talk to your mama, ain't got manners

Bitch, nail on the head, we got the hammers