The Last Dance - Montana of 300

Niggas actin' like I ain’t Mike in this bitch

Way way way way way ahead of the game

Untouchable

Go watch how I blitz for my brothers

Every once and while niggas start shit

They say they want Montana from chiraq, well then fuck it lets give em that

hard shit

All black when I gear up no parking

Like a crutch the stick under my armpit

I keep something on deck like a card trick

Tell da opps come and C like its charlotte

You see me in da hood, grippin that metal, ain’t no jumper cables I spark shit

I’ll put holes in the cart that he pushing and turn it to red he ain’t shoppin

at target

Check him out take his ass off the market

No paint job when I spray and his car flip

Niggas thought they was cool, till I turned up and blew got da airing dat whip

like the car vent

Threw up blood in his whip like he gangbang, threw up blood in his whip call it

carsick

Like mechanics I come wit them tools, made him pay like he needed his car fixed

Do you dirty in traffic, or you’ll see this savage inside of your house or

apartment

No Nintendo I’m blowing that cartridge

That ain’t cranberry sauce on his carpet

From the beats to the streets ain’t no freudin shit

I don’t change in the booth I ain’t claw-ken

I’m Mike Jordan you niggas can’t guard this

I spit crack I might be on the narcs list

Bitch I been on my grind, I’m who they will come find just to light up that

green like a garden

While you niggas was broke, I was movin that dro, had the plug on the phone

like its charger

You going need guns, a shield and a sword

Rambo Judah plus Jesus Christ and the lord

Way more heat than Miami don’t play wit my family, cause if I can’t find you

I’m whackin yours

50 up in my clip light him up like a stick

Give it to him I do not mean pass the torch

What the fuck would you question my savage for

I’m wit the bull like a matador

This ain’t tennis I’m not wit the back and forth

Botch I’m known to throw down like I’m Crashing Bores

Had his homies surprised once the fuck nigga die, they can tell he was cappin

like baggy shorts

Wear a vest when I shot, blow this bitch like flute you’ll think I’m trying to

summon Dragon Zord

I’m like Zach in all black, you’ll be covered in red, quick as Jason can yell

out tyrannosaurus

Then go hop in shit that you can’t afford

I’m saucin, ya bitch wanna taste a nigga

They say tony don’t go because wit out ya flow the games gonna die dehydration

nigga

I go hard for that paper so cut it out

Got da game in my hand like rock, paper, scissors

Ya favorite rapper so basic nigga, benefit off watching me babysitter

I breath life in da game, dis ain’t saga nigga, once they cop, they in shock

like they tase a nigga

My heart is cold it ain’t safe for niggas

Hell or haven going have to make space for niggas

Once I take this botch out like we datin nigga

I’m going dump I do not mean break up wit her

Up this mac in face of hatin nigga, put da clip to his temple no taper nigga

Shots flippin like they sensi was splinter, make em sleep in a week it’s a wait

for niggas

Blew like magic, she kill fa me lakers center

Don’t play games where I’m from this ain’t Vagas nigga

Valet drivers steering while we load da weapons

On my way, they don’t know they so close to heaven

Like a blunt I roll up everyone in this bitch, takin hits you going think it’s

a smoking session

I ain’t no kappa you know we steppin, walk the same when ain’t none of my

solders present

This rapper keep a mac never no protection, she always on my dick but ain’t no

obsession

Handle and chrome, red light on that bitch like da camera was on

Kicked in some doors I done ran in some homes

Then let that bitch like don’t answer the phone

Momma off crack, tell me go in the back

Fist balled like Thanos a hand full of stones

Felt like she wasn’t on the planet I’m on

See parents get money but managed it wrong

Age 17 I jumped off of da porch, I started off wit a half of a zone

Once I ran it up I was trafficking drugs

Call junk in da trunk you know pam and Jarome

Tony played in his pin while I packaged pounds

Tryna grind so my kids never have to frown

40 Cal I made sure I kept that around

So they can’t say they didn’t have they dad around

I was not lackin then, I ain’t lackin now

Bitch I move like da minister, pat him down

I go hard in da paint, never backin down

Wit this rap shit I snap like a crocodile

Wit the pen he wise, but don’t think that mean I won’t wack a clow

Imma roll up and then smoke him, 40 blow buddy down like a pack a loud

I’m bussin dis bitch like her tubes tied, or like she told me she can’t have a

child

Message to all his friends, don’t act tough for pretend, or its poppin again

like its back in style

You betta dip lower my shooters going pull up and put a hole in ya cap and gown

I light up your block and come back around wit two rockets I call em T-Mac and

Yao

Play my cards and I run wit a bad hand, bitch I rap like every day my last

chance

When I’m gone they going say I’m bad man, bitch I been on my bullshit da last

dance