Oh my god Jay Montana Jay Montana Oh my, Jay Montana Rockin' desginer, I'm rockin' the Louis Talkin' on gang, bitch you meeting the toolie She call me a dog, but lil bitch I ain't Scoobie I'm smokin' on gas and that shit got me groovy I be wit' demons, they keep em a strap Glocky wit' me, lil bitch I never lack I'm blowin' up, now that bitch wanting me back That boy talkin' crazy, like n***a wassup I feel like Giannis, just care 'bout my bucks Demons they hidin, they lurk inna' cut He say that I'm trash, but I don't give a fuck I just got a white plug and that n***a name Gus He don't got a car, so we shoot up the bus After, we dip, we pull off inna' truck My driver, he movin', we all in a rush If the jakes pull us over, then n***a we hush Stop all that talkin', you n****s is cap I'm wit the gang inna' back of back And we smokin' on gas inna' back of the back And we countin' up cash inna' back of the back Smokin' too much, I might fuck up my lungs Thirty wit' me, that bitch came wit' a drum You was playin' wit' sticks, I was playin' wit' guns We was out hittin' licks, but not really for fun