Joe Montana

Lyrics
[Intro] (KCG, boy, you killin' it) (It ain't really hard when it's your real life, nigga) Talk to 'em (Everybody who know me know me, you get what I'm sayin'?) This how I feel This how I feel, nigga Yeah, this how I feel I'm gettin' money, this how I feel [Verse 1] Got a killing off the weed, but I make more off sellin' pills Don't compare me to no rapper, nigga, I'm really in the field Even my son know his daddy, nigga, done kept this shit too trill I started to roll off of Nipsey blues and switched to orange pills He hit it once, his head hit his knee I ain't gotta ask if it's a ten, I can see If I was you, I would chill, to get you killed, it's OG Left his brains on the glass, we somewhere smokin' on thе beach I ain't lyin' 'bout shit, I even sold blow with Pеte We five thousand 'bows and runnin', nigga, ask Cookie Clete I ain't doin' no songs or linkin' up unless you street Woke up to twenty pros, I just got up out my sleep [Chorus] With that bag, I'm a quarterback, Joe Montana, nigga You a rookie, boy, we playin' all-Madden, nigga Jump out and we bustin', see the flashes, you'd think cameras hit you Bag full of blocks, man, this shit look like a bag of tissue [Verse 2] Shit so hard, nigga, I need a jackhammer Man, I had a rough past, I showed love to backstabbers Cuz walked in with a hockey bag like Black Santa On college campus with a lot of bags, blend in with the crackers I'm runnin' to that money, lil' nigga, I got my mind made I'm gone off Tesla rollin', nigga, I ain't slept in like five days If we got smoke, we hittin' your block broad day with nine K's Catch you chillin', back or try to pull off, we block the driveway I ain't gon' lie, it's fucked up, I sold dope to my uncle He hit the dope with the naw, man, this shit got him buckin' We caught a case, it disappeared, man, this shit got me so puzzled I just got a new plug and when I cop, he throw me double I'm a G.O.A.T. in the game, I feel like Tom Brady I feel like Kobe, number eight, I just put up an eighty The spot ain't a daycare, but we be washin' babies Pull up 2021, she gon' suck me crazy [Outro] Don't compare me to no rapper, nigga, I'm really in the field Shit so hard, nigga, I need a jackhammer I ain't gotta ask if it's a ten, I can see Man, I had a rough past, I showed love to backstabbers
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- G.T.