Tony Montana ft. La Murdah Lyrics

Ha, yeah

Bitch, bitch

Yeah, come on

So many scars feel like just Tony Montana

You got to sacrifice to win I promise this shit get better (Okay)

Can't show my hand they got a vendetta

Not even 18 scoring jut like Jetta

Too good to be true I need sum answers

They keep playing I keep playin better

Go home or go out and get them

Bitch

Slurring my words im geeked up cant use grammar (Uh-huh)

Raw jit touch so much chicken fuck around imma get salmonella on them (Okay)

Know its a matter of time, i'm waiting to hit like a parlay or a edible

Mixing the Za with the blacks i'm falling my head keep spinning something just like a Carousel (Yeah, come on)

Keep seeing this with a little bit of that ain't tripping about no propaganda

Ruth Chris steak house napkin in my lap know I know how to use my manners

Bitch

Through the downs they ain't hit me up now it's "How you been" I be like, "Damn bruh"

So misunderstood I'm trying to do a interview somebody put me on camera

Okay, Let's go

I know that I can't get that time back so I just keep on moving on

Used to trust bro with my life and now it's a part of me wishing he was gone

Like I burnt my fingertips off I been losing touch and know it feel so wrong

You ain't never been broken before if you the type to think a house the same as home

Come on

New day, new package at the door I don't even remember what the fuck I bought

Getting high just for the sensation of feeling something i don't even know what i want (For real)

Keeping secrets from my people got to be strong I can't even show my faults

It's so many dubs inside my pockets so no I ain't tripping bout a loss (Bitch)

Fuck all my hoes the same but only one bitch I love

Whole team fucked up, ain't got no trust

Walk in the club and throw a thousand ones then cover my bitch in dubs

Rap niggas ain't fucking with Murdah i told him if you want a feature you better pay up

Last dude got stacked trying to set me up

Bussed down her wrist I like the way she eat dick up

Bet a three I stay equipped I catch a opp I put the blick up

Was a lil jit trying to fuck my babysitter

Yeah that was my dawg, but he mad I done fucked all on his sister

Tell the lil boy stand on business

None the opps real gravediggers, niggas know I been official

Trying to crack the code back since a lil one was trying to get richer

Murdah could solve all your problems baby

Trap nigga got knowledge baby

I came from the trenches, but I can buss down in the tropics baby

You tricking on that bitch, she let me hit that for the free

I triple crossed him, take him for his blick that's cause we BDG

GBG, get back for your dawg he on a TV Screen

Told Drayko grab the wheel, I'll blow the Draco up out the AMG

So many scars feel like just Tony Montana

You got to sacrifice to win I promise this shit get better (Okay)

Can't show my hand they got a vendetta

Not even 18 scoring jut like Jetta

Too good to be true I need sum answers

They keep playing I keep playin better

Go home or go out and get them

Bitch

Slurring my words im geeked up cant use grammar (Uh-huh)

Raw jit touch so much chicken fuck around imma get salmonella on them (Okay)

Know its a matter of time, i'm waiting to hit like a parlay or a edible

Mixing the Za with the blacks i'm falling my head keep spinning something just like a Carousel (Yeah, come on)