Montana of 300 – Blammas Lyrics

Montana of 300 – Blammas Lyrics
[ ft.WunTayk Timmy]

Two straps like a pampa
I stay with them blammas
I don’t give a fuck what you thought, aye
I keep my nina off of safety
Charge em’ like a late fee
She gone blow his head smooth off
Keep that bitch on me if I need her
Heard I gottem’ heated
Better tell his ass to cool off
And I got shooters that’s for hire
Off you when they fire
It’s time to show these niggas whose boss

My shooter sayin’ “pass it to me”
Murder in the fastest degree
Burner in the passenger seat
You might not wanna crash into me
I might go and spazz on this beat
Your favorite rapper trash, nigga, weak
He couldn’t make it splash in the sea
He try me, his ass finna see
Guns romancing with me
They really fuckin’ up the romance
She just wanna fuck and hold hands, I can’t, I got a gun in both hands
I do the rockaway, I don’t dance
Arms on my waist, slowdance
Heard he wanna Tayk no chance
Carrots in your face, snowman
My lil nina, she get meaner if I disturb her
On my people, she a keeper, I don’t deserve her
New suppressor on the shotty, this shit unheard of
So I guess I call it Bobby, that’s a shhh murder
When they up on your [?]
I bet niggas [?]
I just gotta make a few calls
I hit my soldier, [?]
They’ll do it for a small bag
Bloom bloom bloom bloom, Lou Rawls nigga
Tayk haha