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letra de bully mode - montannaatm

[intro: tte lil ted & montannaatm]
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy (f-ck or go)
ayy, ayy, ayy (6 block)
ayy, on foenem grave, ayy (shoutout my takers, lollypop)
go, go, go (brr, brr)

[verse 1: tte lil ted]
ayy, we made n-ggas [?] for real
my lil’ bruh and them slidin’ with all type of b-ttons, lil’ money ‘nem ain’t got no chill
don’t come around flexin’, we take sh-t for real
high-speed ready, big zo got the wheel
all these f-ck n-ggas actin’ they really k!llers ’til we really show ’em who k!llin’ for real

[verse 2: montannaatm]
and a lot of you n-ggas be duckin’ that pressure ’cause they know we comin’ to get us a k!ll
no, i don’t gotta question
i know who like that, me and n-ggas get vicious for real
and you know i love strikers
i just bought me a new programmer, i’m finna go get us a wheel
no, i’m not a typer
they know i ain’t with the internet, you n-ggas b-tches for real

[verse 3: tte lil ted]
man, we slidin’ for real, my lil’ n-ggas slidin’ for real
we pull up with drench, we knock his ass down for real
put him in the clouds for real, we left his ass stankin’
don’t play with the gang ’cause you we spank sh-t
speakin’ no wheezy, we left him brainless
my n-ggas slidin’, they don’t need no payment
they k!llin’ you and whoever you hang with
[verse 4: montannaatm]
he lookin’ too hard, he gon’ catch a facelift
don’t move wrong, lil’ n-gga, we paint sh-t
take sum gang, no, i cannot change it
he don’t talk money, i don’t know his language
we bounce out and get ’em, they know how we bangin’
glock 21 with a kriss vector hangin’
we stand over you whoever you came with
he got hit in his top, they don’t know where his brains went

[verse 5: tte lil ted]
[?] sh-t
we get wicked, we stay on the opps’ sh-t
pull up with switches, you know we gon’ blitz sh-t
we [?] n-ggas like batman & robin
n-gga, drop the lo’ if it’s really a problem
we jump [?], screamin’, “we got ’em”
make a n-gga [?] just like his father
[?] baby, they know i’m a problem
call me baby threat
pop out super clean in amiri jeans, no, they can’t take the ‘vette (lollypop)
pull up on the scene with my lil’ screen, hit his ass right in his neck
you know how we bleed, 1023, know we them f-ckin’ threats
pull up on your block, make a f-ckin’ mess

[verse 6: montannaatm & tte lil ted]
jump out black trucks, hit him in his chest
dissin’ on the dead left a n-gga stretched
7.62s goin’ through his vest
switch on every glock, i gotta come correct
lot of n-ggas snitchin’, i can’t f-ck with rats
say you robbin’ who? then try your luck with that
we gon’ chop his ass down like a lumberjack
knock his head off, i know he ain’t comin’ back
and it’s a f-ckin’ fact, ha, ha
[outro: tte lil ted & montannaatm]
go, go, go (gang)
go, go (yeah, yeah, brr)
go (yeah, how you comin’, gang?)

- montannaatm

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