Montana No Tony
Came in this bitch and I'm looking so holy
Hoes in Montana, my name is not Tony
Can't fuck with niggas, they fake and they phony
I'm the OG, yeah, the one and the only
You was on top, how come nobody told me
Them niggas lame, all they music is bogus
I'm a big stepper I step on you rodents
Serving the people, I'm giving them potent
Talking bout racks, I got too many
Talking bout flows, I got too many
Niggas be talking, they only be yapping
That's why there ain't nothing they can do with me
I ain't gon' lie, I got too good at rapping
Like, how do I do this so fluently
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
I just count up my racks and go stick to the plan
Came with that fire, I'ma need me a fan
Cause I walked in this bitch like the motherfucking man
Can't fuck with niggas, these niggas so weird
They gon' try to throw shade, but they really a fan
Niggas be goofy, they doing too much
He was trying to crash out, it got hit with the wham
Foot on they neck and I'm not letting up
Till the money get swept and these hoes get rammed
I put these niggas in check
While I go get all the checks
No I don't be in the gym
But I still wake up and flex
Spray all these niggas with Raid
Tryna get rid of these pests
I cannot be like the rest
No Khaled, I'm really the best
Came in this bitch and I'm looking so holy
Hoes in Montana, my name is not Tony
Can't fuck with niggas, they fake and they phony
I'm the OG, yeah, the one and the only
You was on top, how come nobody told me
Them niggas lame, all they music is bogus
I'm a big stepper I step on you rodents
Serving the people, I'm giving them potent
Talking bout racks, I got too many
Talking bout flows, I got too many
Niggas be talking, they only be yapping
That's why there ain't nothing they can do with me
I ain't gon' lie, I got too good at rapping
Like, how do I do this so fluently
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
I just count up my racks and go stick to the plan
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
But I guess that I'm different, yeah, it's apparent
G Star my pants, peep my appearance
J's on my feet, my name ain't Terrence
22 thots, running my errands
Look at my thot, think she from Paris
Look at my hoe and you couldn't compare
I've seen your bitch and I would be embarrassed
Walked in this bitch and I turn this shit up
No, they can't do it like me
No, they can't be an OG
I stack the guala, OD
We don't be loving no thots
We just put them on they knees
Kick that lil' hoe out the spot
I'll tell that bitch, c'est la vie
Came in this bitch and I'm looking so holy
Hoes in Montana, my name is not Tony
Can't fuck with niggas, they fake and they phony
I'm the OG, yeah, the one and the only
You was on top, how come nobody told me
Them niggas lame, all they music is bogus
I'm a big stepper I step on you rodents
Serving the people, I'm giving them potent
Talking bout racks, I got too many
Talking bout flows, I got too many
Niggas be talking, they only be yapping
That's why there ain't nothing they can do with me
I ain't gon' lie, I got too good at rapping
Like, how do I do this so fluently
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
I just count up my racks and go stick to the plan
Hoes in Montana, my name is not Tony
Can't fuck with niggas, they fake and they phony
I'm the OG, yeah, the one and the only
You was on top, how come nobody told me
Them niggas lame, all they music is bogus
I'm a big stepper I step on you rodents
Serving the people, I'm giving them potent
Talking bout racks, I got too many
Talking bout flows, I got too many
Niggas be talking, they only be yapping
That's why there ain't nothing they can do with me
I ain't gon' lie, I got too good at rapping
Like, how do I do this so fluently
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
I just count up my racks and go stick to the plan
Came with that fire, I'ma need me a fan
Cause I walked in this bitch like the motherfucking man
Can't fuck with niggas, these niggas so weird
They gon' try to throw shade, but they really a fan
Niggas be goofy, they doing too much
He was trying to crash out, it got hit with the wham
Foot on they neck and I'm not letting up
Till the money get swept and these hoes get rammed
I put these niggas in check
While I go get all the checks
No I don't be in the gym
But I still wake up and flex
Spray all these niggas with Raid
Tryna get rid of these pests
I cannot be like the rest
No Khaled, I'm really the best
Came in this bitch and I'm looking so holy
Hoes in Montana, my name is not Tony
Can't fuck with niggas, they fake and they phony
I'm the OG, yeah, the one and the only
You was on top, how come nobody told me
Them niggas lame, all they music is bogus
I'm a big stepper I step on you rodents
Serving the people, I'm giving them potent
Talking bout racks, I got too many
Talking bout flows, I got too many
Niggas be talking, they only be yapping
That's why there ain't nothing they can do with me
I ain't gon' lie, I got too good at rapping
Like, how do I do this so fluently
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
I just count up my racks and go stick to the plan
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
But I guess that I'm different, yeah, it's apparent
G Star my pants, peep my appearance
J's on my feet, my name ain't Terrence
22 thots, running my errands
Look at my thot, think she from Paris
Look at my hoe and you couldn't compare
I've seen your bitch and I would be embarrassed
Walked in this bitch and I turn this shit up
No, they can't do it like me
No, they can't be an OG
I stack the guala, OD
We don't be loving no thots
We just put them on they knees
Kick that lil' hoe out the spot
I'll tell that bitch, c'est la vie
Came in this bitch and I'm looking so holy
Hoes in Montana, my name is not Tony
Can't fuck with niggas, they fake and they phony
I'm the OG, yeah, the one and the only
You was on top, how come nobody told me
Them niggas lame, all they music is bogus
I'm a big stepper I step on you rodents
Serving the people, I'm giving them potent
Talking bout racks, I got too many
Talking bout flows, I got too many
Niggas be talking, they only be yapping
That's why there ain't nothing they can do with me
I ain't gon' lie, I got too good at rapping
Like, how do I do this so fluently
I ain't gon' lie, I just don't understand
I just count up my racks and go stick to the plan
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