Текст Montana Of 300 – 2Pac

(Hey DeCicco, what up my nigga?)
I gotta shoot a video to this shit
You know spit at the camera

I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac

I been a killa, go on and push me
My 40 liquor shots have got a thing for eating pussy
It done blew some niggas down, yeah R.I.P. to Tookie
Had to dip and leave him wet
That’s how I do him, milk and cookies
Took my mom out that hood life
Finally showed her that good life
My pockets fat, my money tall, I be ballin’ like Suge Knight
My sons ballin’, I’m present, I’m at the game like I’m Birdie
And plus my killas on point, they up in the bleachers with 30s
Boy you soft as fuck, you done talked enough
Gonna send it up, bitch toss it up
If you want smoke, let’s spark it up
Boy I’m known to dump, ooh garbage truck
Put the lead in ’em, no sharpin’ us
Say Su Woo, bitch cough it up
That’s toe tag, do ’em so bad
They don’t wanna open this coffin up
I’m Bishop, I got the Juice now

I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac
All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch
Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks
Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot
I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac
All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch
Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks
Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot

They sent my motherfucking father
They created a savage, bandana on me
Had my homie, but I ain’t a mechanic
Cold as an avalanche, whoever in my way getting damaged
So if it’s Me Against the World, y’all better pray for the planet
Niggas changed on me, I ain’t mad at ya
Big euros on you half steppers
Try to stop the shine in me, bad weather
I am bad news like a sad letter
I work that stick like Donatello, I shoot like LaMelo
Soon as I blow bitch you gon’ know if Heaven got a ghetto
I got the crown on lock, sauce dripping down my socks
Way before rap, I used to get pounds and blocks
I went out of town and copped
Pistols I’m toting, you don’t wanna picture me rollin’
I circle around ya block, I pulled down the stock
Soon as I get around the ops, boom, boom, boom
Clowns get dropped
My nina blow, knock niggas down, that bitch so thotty
Go hoe take clothes, pop out, and throw a gangsta party
I been that gunna, it ain’t shit to catch a body
I’ll get you gone, gon’ make a song, and rap about it

I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac
All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch
Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks
Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot
I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac
All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch
Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks
Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot