Jay Montana
Jay Montana
Jay Montana
Oh my God it's Jay Montana
I had to get off the leash
I had to run up the money, I run up the bag
Bitch I run up the breesh
I'm inna v, and this shit new as hell
Push to start, bitch it don't need no keys
Rockin' a tee and it's Vlone
These niggas sick give em chemo
Vivi the necklace like Bino
I'm in the party, yo' bitch all up on me
She just wanna fuck, okay
And she tellin' me that she goes both ways
Do I wanna cuff and I'm like no way
Countin' all the money got me like hooray
She want all my nut on her face, Olay
Got a Mexican plug and his name Jose
You ain't blowin' that stick, put the shit away
Bro you're not ballin' just pass me the rock
Talkin' tough and we spinnin' the block
Double cup I be sippin' the Wock
Inna stu its like seven o'clock
Man these niggas be talkin' the talk
But I really be walkin' the walk
Gettin' sturdy I feel like Kay Flock
Brand new stick put that shit onna mop
I'm tryna tell you I'm really a heathen oh
Cause I really be chillen with demons oh
Yea we fuckin' up shit and we leavin' oh
Then we back to the spot and we schemin' oh
Yea my niggas they shoot for no reason oh
Talkin' tough and we gon' leave you bleedin' oh
Sippin' wocky this shit got me leanin' oh
Diamonds cold bitch I'm feelin' anemic oh
Nigga was talking, I came with the gang
And we pulled up wit' thirties
I had that boy runnin' like track meet
'Member days I was down bad
Bitches never showed me no love
They would walk right pass me
Now they see me goin' up
And these diamonds on my neck
And they want me to fuck inna backseat
I be chillen wit' the gang
Yea I'm only wit' my boys
And no I ain't talkin' bout backstreet
Up
Up
Up
Up
Up
Up
Up
Telly I'm fuckin' it up
Telly I'm fuckin' it up
Telly I'm fuckin' it up
Telly I'm fuckin' it up
Telly I'm fuckin' it