letra de yercs - trap montana
[verse 1: yuke]
how you gangsta and n-ggas took your bag?
yeah, you ain’t gangsta, n-ggas took your purse
opps hit their feet, which one i’ma catch first
that whole block laced, i just sold them n-ggas yercs
i don’t pillow talk, i don’t facetime or flirt
.762 leave him leaking out that white shirt
shoutout goxan, sent me beats that i never heard
if i sent the ho to you, why would you cuff her?
yeah, lame ass n-ggas stay cuffing these thots
yeah, i don’t give a f-ck, little ho, if it ain’t about them knots
[verse 2: trap montana]
i don’t give a f-ck, little ho, if it ain’t about the guap
i like drugs from mexico and lean up on the rocks
i just f-cked a messy ho and she can’t come back to the block
i got fiends in every trap, i got beans and i got rocks
i got glocks, so i don’t box, its a box on every glock
thirty shots, hit every shot, you a dog, put you on fox
i love lil goxan, let him rock
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