Tony Montana

Lyrics
[Intro: ATL Smook] (I'm a living legend, I work with the living legends) (Tony) Smashing this bitch with my chains on Know that these niggas gon' hate on My diamonds they still gon' skate on [Chorus: ATL Smook] Living my life like I'm Tony (Montana), I might hop out with that shh- I might hop out with the brodie (Yeah) He might just come get you wacked (Wacked) I been getting way too fried, no I ain't smoking on wax Bitch done blew my high, I didn't know how to react I ain't putting trust in these hoes, I know down-low it's a trap (Trap) I just been chasing my goals, I just been racking up racks No, I ain't hanging with rats You know he told, and that's facts (Facts) [Verse 1: ATL Smook] I'm upping the pole, up the stats This fashion I'm swagging, no match Hop out the Hellcat, hop in the Benz (Hop in the Benz) I took a whole chase, down on that backstreet (Down on that backstreet) I'm fucking this "Oh, woah, woah", yeah, she a whole freak Fucking this old ho, yeah, on some new shit I got a whole lotta sauce, I got some blue cheese (Yeah, yeah) I got some emeralds, some diamonds, and I got some rubies (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: ATL Smook] Living my life like I'm Tony (Montana), I might hop out with that shh- I might hop out with the brodie (Yeah) He might just come get you wacked (Wacked) I been getting way too fried, no I ain't smoking on wax Bitch done blew my high, I didn't know how to react I ain't putting trust in these hoes, I know down-low it's a trap (Trap) I just been chasing my goals, I just been racking up racks No, I ain't hanging with rats You know he told, and that's facts (Facts) [Verse 2: $amaad] Grown man talking 'bout he a bully, go and pick up that mmh, grrt And I bet these niggas live alone I'm fried, I geek alone Bitch, you fried and need a loan I'm a cube, I'm cold as ice Know this shit I'm smoking get you up Bitch I will come pick you up Not sober, can't work no fucking job, I won't piss in cup Everyday a different cup Different day, some different pay Super villian jugg This a different cape (Whoa) I won't save the bitch (No) I can't save all that (No) This one from '06 This some different Bape, uh This one right here Tris (Tris, uh) This one different, bae What you know 'bout this? (Uh, yeah) LA to the A, bitch I'm from Compton And I'm fucking this bitch with my chains on (Whoa) Know that these niggas gon' hate Let 'em hate, fuck it, rain some I just make it rain (Yeah) Hundred thousand views without no motherfucking chains on I'm finna make the whole world sing Make you go up in flames That watch I want not plain I'm wolf, I ain't no pig I feel I can't be tamed I feel like niggas lame I feel we not the same I feel this not a game, but I still play the game
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- ATL Smook