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"Gas Mask"
(with Of 300)

[Talley of
Shit I'm too
Too for my damn self
Hit the streets and go in hand I place that paper like damn stamps
Try, bitch Imma teach you 'bout drumming, and blowing that's band camp
I'm coming to tell you sweet dreams, bitch I'm the Sandman
Take shot at his top like he wearing a head cam, yeah he a dead man
If he survive I swear it's a miracle, but he gon' need a bedpan
Leavin' 'em pissed, let's go take his and don't leave him with shit
Watchu know 'bout blowing the Reaper a kiss, I promise six feet the deepest it get
That's why I God, pray and play smart, keep the DA and my face with a charge
Keep tools on me in the street like martial law, and the police I'm on national guard
If we ain't in business then you the fam
Then you eat, Ethiopian
Fuck the team, yeah he hope he can
So he suicide the Holy Quran
Yo I ain't meet, that ho in a trance
Better get a leash she go off command
If we in the sheets then she gon' the clan
And I keep it up front so she know I stand
TO3 if you ain't who I am
Heat on me bitch I'm gon' blow a fan
GOD me and so are these bands
FGE in and we so in

Coming from the sole like old
Nigga Imma vet like old
This is accustomed like a old school
And you niggas just old
Do it all, go hard I don't bruise
I stay on alarm, bitch I snooze
Repairman yeah I know tools
Get in these muddy waters you gon' blues
No trust for these niggas, they could be the
Gotta for the Snake Eyes, without rolling no dice
They hate you gettin' and pimpin'
And bitch I'm so dynamite, but I'm known to leave a froze
(boom, boom)
on Ice

[Montana of
I'm a killer in a gas
I was up a bad path
Infatuated with the cash
no hashtag
Brought 'em in a bag
Got the off like lipo
Don't ever play with my dough
The last nigga that you beefed with didn't make you full of steel but this one wheel (will)
Smooth criminal,
I'm so focused like a tight
FGE what I ride for
moving hydro, now I'm going viral
Everything I spit is
Watch me it like Tae Bo [?]
Youngin from the floor, nice flow
Verses so deep that you gotta translate 'em like the
Breakin' rules with my dudes up in school them tools but I didn't go to Columbine
I got so money on my mafucking mind that I tattooed a dollar sign
I'm self-made I'm that's the bottom line
I'm just fine I ain't no dotted line
Talk shit and see me, or just keep your mouth closed, who knows you might live to see father time
When you beefing with me in these streets boy I know what to do with ya
It's B.O.B.E when we up
This murder ain't nothing new to us
I call my shootas up
They me like "Yo, you want me to shoot him up?"
Ha!
The looks on they face is so priceless when they to realize it's two of us
Like Jesus get nailed to the cross when it's MC Hammer, I ain't come to screw with ya
Get nailed with these when this ruger up
I gave 'em just like God did to Lucifer
son or your daughter, your mami, your papi, your granny I don't give a fuck who with ya
See first I whack you then slide in your boo
She get passed on to my then I'm through with her
I got head in the whip, spread the legs on that chick, yup I beat pussy no drumstick
Two pussies in one night fun shit
I let bitch off til' my gun click
Right between his eyes then they up
Yo got whacked then you froze up
No strip club but bitch I poled up
Like doors, my dough's up