Pluto, Montana

Stick in my lap
Bring that hoe thru da trap
fuck a double R truck all I need is a track
I wake up get some paper
Go to sleep wit my racks
I boot up off dat drank
I get high start my day
If that hoe tryna fuck tell that hoe come my way
Bitch I think I'm too p
Put a hoe on the blade
Fuckin my hoe while she hold on my chain
I'm outside wit a Balenci coat in the rain
If you wanna be gang gotta put em through training
Show a nigga how to run up a hunnit wilt chamberlain
Money and drugs them my favorite love languages
I pop a perc go to work never lazy
I keep a glock 43 in my load out
I need a mil for a deal fuck a load out

I put sum red in my cup pourin 4s out
Errytime she with da gang she thro 4s up
Lux montana feel like Sammy sosa
Pack came in i can smell it get closa
If me n money ever break up I need closure
I made gettin racks part of my life like its culture
I do my own stunts in dis coupe fuck a valet
I stay on my toes in da trap like balet
Put so much dope on da scale make the glass break
V12 in the hood make the hood smell da gas tank
Can't ride no fish bowl
My car ain no fish tank
Pullup in that all black hawk like I'm Bruce Wayne
This a trackhawk this ain't no regular jeep
This a margiela shirt not no regular tee
Niggas ain't give me shit so I'm playing for keeps
Niggas pick sides everyday and get beat
Niggas hate everyday it till easy to sleep
If she bad then I might put that ho in alyx
I don't let shit control can't be on no leesh
Fuck a ho to my song she in love with the beat
I boot up alone I'm in love with the geek
Bae you look good when you count up for me



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Writer(s): Lux Montana
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