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letra de fuck da opps - montannaatm

[intro: o-dog]
and you know what, n-gga?
you actin’ like a lil’ b-tch right now
you actin’ real paranoid and sh-t
now, these motherf-ckers smoked your godd-mn cousin in front of you, n-gga
blew his head off in front of your face and you ain’t gon’ do sh-t?
you actin’ like a lil’ b-tch right now, n-gga
man, f-ck that, i ain’t lettin’ that sh-t ride
we gon’ go there and smoke all these motherf-ckers
i don’t care who the f-ck out there, godd-mn it
is you down, n-gga?

[chorus: montannaatm]
big-ass glock go off, we bustin’ sh-t for real, them b-tches hurt (ryan, what took you so long?)
micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them b-tches squirt (brrt, brrt)
who want war with us? just let me know, this sh-t could be so simple (thank you, timmy boy)
hit they sh-t with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, brеak sh-t down and rip through tissue, uh
n-gga don’t bump his gun, that boy be bappin’, he’s a actor, uh
thеse n-ggas created players, i spin through the 9, i’m lookin’ for factors, uh (where they at?)
them boys tryna talk, i don’t wanna conversate, i’m tryna clap you up

[verse: montannaatm]
n-gga, f-ck whatever you reppin’, whenever you see me, blow your weapon (n-gga, bust it)
switch on the glock, no question, tap this b-tch once and dude ass caught like seven (brrt, brrt)
broad day, chase sh-t down, he bailin’ (he bailin’)
really had n-ggas screamin’ and yellin’ (ah)
this sh-t so crazy, i’m finna backdoor my homie ’cause foenem say he tellin’
like what the f-ck? foenem say he snitchin’ (he a rat)
and i can’t put my trust in hoes and i can’t love these b-tches (and i can’t love these b-tches)
with all these glocks and arps, you want me, come and get me (you want me, come and get me)
you say it’s smoke, just let me see, n-gga, i’ll come through bl!ckin’ (n-gga, i’ll come through bl!ckin’)
glock 19 got fifty, glock got switchy, bounce out, bake sh-t, crispy (bounce out, bake sh-t)
my whole block get busy, brother bail out with like sixty, we probably give him a head-tap
that micro draco sat his ass down, got him and his mans wrapped (sat his ass down)
f-cked the opps up, got they lil’ homie gone, now they want they mans back
he rappin’ and cappin’ on them f-ckin’ songs, he claminin’ his man’s hat (cap)
send sh-t to the reaper, make sure buddy gone, then we finna spin back
it’s a drill, make sure lil’ bro got the wheel
make sure you go get a k!ll
he fall, he f-cked, stand over him (he fall, he f-cked)
[chorus: montannaatm]
big-ass glock go off, we bustin’ sh-t for real, them b-tches hurt (brrt, brrt)
micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them b-tches squirt (get his ass)
who want war with us? just let me know, this sh-t could be so simple (let me know)
hit they sh-t with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, break sh-t down and rip through tissue, uh
n-gga don’t bump his gun, that boy be bappin’, he’s a actor, uh
these n-ggas created players, i spin through the 9, i’m lookin’ for factors, uh (like where they at?)
them boys tryna talk, i don’t wanna conversate, i’m tryna clap you up

- montannaatm

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