Listen to Suicide Squad (feat. Talley Of 300, WunTayk Timmy & No Fatigue) by Montana of 300

Suicide Squad (feat. Talley Of 300, WunTayk Timmy & No Fatigue)

Montana of 300

Hip-Hop/Rap

1,154 Shazams

Lyrics

What's good nigga I'm best, Summer, Fall, when it's Winter, Spring I'm saucing, I'm all on these bitches dreams My money long as a limousine Blue strips on these hundreds ain't Listerine I'm good with the flow and I'm good with the Mob Power I'm balling, I'm feeling like Mr. Clean I be lit every step like I'm Billie Jean If I light up a square, it ain't nicotine Smif-N-Wessun turn 'em smithereens Movie niggas like a silver screen Shootas with me I'm so Dickie V Many Goofy niggas, I ain't gon' Mickey me I'm a groovy nigga, I'm in hippie peace I mean a piece of my hip, I just 60 to clip I been lit for a grip, they won't give me the slip I'ma go back and forth, man these niggas a trip I slide in the clip how I slide in your bitch Don't want my niggas to tweak like a glitch Dance with blue faces but I'm not a Crip I got that green, my bag like a zip I'm in the game, tryna give me a ring Warriors hide, niggas hate on the team Yo bitch be cheating I come in between Lowkey a fan, she might cum in the jeans All the way solid like concrete, no statue nigga You don't wanna get it cracking Make me come outta my shell, I'ma cash you nigga Yeah, I don't play them games Up and get to guessin' that's taboo nigga Yeah, it's like the .40 just ain't got no trust It won't put nothing past you nigga Bread hard with my shades on I'm just sitting back like a sharpshooter I'ma invest the money on a talent like Mark Cuban Tryna guard Luger, I'm the flyest killa with a TEC and dripping I'm the definition of a sharpshooter Bet I drop 'em all Wet up everybody in ya whip nigga, that's carpooling That mean everybody ride when it's working time Shoot some perfect ties, used to burglarize See a still, just like I got burglar's eyes Need a mil', that's a drink, burger, fries Heavy on the sauce baby Shoutout to my haters, look what y'all made me Blitz can get two points, off safety Street nigga baby better cross safely Ooh, sauce I'm dripping, she see that I'm cooler Shine like a diamond, I think I'm a jeweler One in the head but it ain't a tumor I'm playing you can't get around like a rumor I know it's real, came far for a loser Niggas be watching and drawing conclusions What's riding 'round, get money like Ubers I'm spitting crack, shoutout all the consumers Throw up my ball, let my dog bury ya Don't get left in the dirt Then I go bag your bitch like a dog carrier Yeah, get right in her purse Wipe that look off your face 'fore I make up your mind Your choice for heads or tails like do or die Been the chief like I play for U of I This water get deep and I make it look dumb Two hoes on my D tryna trap me 'Fore I go deeper than black street Run it up on my team like a track meet Can't let the pussy or haters distract me Counting bread, getting head in the backseat Laughing at niggas that said they gon' jack me If they pop up at these Glocks up 'Bout to bust at they face, it ain't acne Oh he think he the shit, exactly Give me head 'cause I rap, she Iraqi I'm ahead of them, lapping 'em actually I got federal crack on my rap sheet Trying to fill up the bag, I'm a black sheep I'm NSYNC with them boys on the backstreet Call up Kevorkian come poison the trap please I can't fuck with these clowns. that's trapeze Clowns like It, man these niggas be extra Bowl and be shootin', I'm just a director Hop on the track, get it jumping like Drexler Niggas be pussy, I call him Sylvester In yo bitch head, call me the Professor These bitches do what I want like Alexa Yo bitch gon' starve when she doin' our text up Bitch to my bitch, she fed, I ex'd her It's clear to see That I got that light like a greenhouse And if it's beef This shit gettin' small like a meathouse Yo bitch a freak And I fit yo dog with no dream house Dirty as could be Don't make me go get that mop and come clean house Bitch I'm independent, fuck your 360 So much spending, I should be dizzy I'm that fly guy with the Foamposites And the gun bottom like my feet sticky Diamonds dancing like they P. Diddy Ain't a damn thing sweet with me When this dream chaser catch you niggas sleeping Boy I swear to god it ain't Meek Milly Gloves off, I beat the beat silly Hip-Hop is looking weak really So I'm taking charge like I plead guilty Taking charge like I'm defending Foreign car, got a freak with me That frequently go deep with me Had to move the bitch, bitch Free Willy She a lunatic, like free city Champion like Meek Milly Fresh Prince but not from West Philly Stack more, spend less really Niggas sad, no ex really Slide like they don't take cash Couple shots make 'em lose weight fast Grindin', I need new brake pads Made your bitch look like a fake pass Yeah overseas how I wet a nigga Pulling poppers top like an umbrella nigga No Chase but I tell a nigga you can get change tryna check a nigga Won't be no surprise when you say ah Stick in your mouth like a check-up nigga Odd man when I bless a nigga Tre Pound pinned him like a wrestler say uh
Writer(s): Walter Bradford, Andrew Rincon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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