Whoa

Lyrics

[Intro] (Whoa) Wow, wow You dun know, it's Mega Montana, hold tight Mario (Whoa) bought this time off street You know we got the whips, the chicks, the bits, you dun know Mm, that flip [Chorus] Some move food in the bits like (Whoa) Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips Reloading clips like (Whoa) Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit Got whips and kicks like (Whoa) On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer R6 gonna flip like (Whoa) How cold I've got that [Verse 1] Number one agent Mega double-O I've got a gutter flow Fuck no, never soft like Haribos I move [?] loads In the rain, sleet and the snow for your nose Spit may heat, burn up your oven so Just maybe the next one to hit the roads With the album, mix CD or something I got my cash right, let's get it on and popping Phone line's popping, I'm dotting Kick back after robbing Everybody's nodding to my new step Always in them new creps Big TEC, get hit, dropped like D. Becks I didn't say I was the best But the best couldn't come and push off of these steps Fuck no, they couldn't come and tread on these creps Me and my gang, we tend to get respect [Chorus] Some move food in the bits like (Whoa) Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips Reloading clips like (Whoa) Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit Got whips and kicks like (Whoa) On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer R6 gonna flip like (Whoa) How cold I've got that [Verse 2] Montana, I'm back on the track I was out, pushing them packs to up my stacks Had to cut a couple of cats to show they're whack So you know I'm as sharp as a tack, hard like crack Hold the map, agent is back Mario soon land road, then it's a wrap Got the game back, still the same lad Agents spit hit like Baghdad Street ting, carry heat like Baghdad Cook the beef like granddad Grab the mic out your hand like handbag That's how we do it 'round here blud, standard They say I'm mad The way I punch up the track, they say I'm bad Not on a Michael ting blud, that's sad Fucking chicks 24s, send 'em home in a black cab [Chorus] Some move food in the bits like (Whoa) Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips Reloading clips like (Whoa) Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit Got whips and kicks like (Whoa) On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer R6 gonna flip like (Whoa) How cold I've got that Some move food in the bits like (Whoa) Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips Reloading clips like (Whoa) Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit Got whips and kicks like (Whoa) On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer R6 gonna flip like (Whoa) How cold I've got that [Verse 3] Jeans sag and Them chicks say they love my swag and Agents is the one I'm backing Streets talk, I hear a lot of yapping Jeans sag and Them chicks say they love my swag and Agents is the one I'm backing Industry talks, I hear a lot of yapping I'm everywhere like leaflets, spud? You can keep it You don't know me, so let's just keep it music You don't wanna see me lose it See my street gang lose it And if we run up on your music, mouth, don't move it MAC-10, shoot it, don't make me prove it I'm on this new shit, reload, new clip [?], don't make me prove it [Chorus] Some move food in the bits like (Whoa) Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips Reloading clips like (Whoa) Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit Got whips and kicks like (Whoa) On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer R6 gonna flip like (Whoa) How cold I've got that [Outro] (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa)