Songtexte x6 - Mo Montana

Ice on my body, more ice than a mirror
Repeat everything i do, like a parrot (huh)
Askin' yourself, "why your guap dissapearing"?
Rick owen's jacket, and the shoes mike amiri

Yeah (yeah)
Jump! (jump)
Jump! (jump)
Jump! (jump-jump)
Mo Montana triple-six, bitch! (jump-jump, yeah)

I bleed by the face (uh-huh)
Pop another X, go to space, uhh
Four-five's, in the fucking range, ah
We gon turn up, then rage, yeah

Molly santana, we roll with it
Yeah, walked outside, so cold with it
Yeah, copped activis, gon' pour it in
Yeah, F&N, sticks, and poles with it

Yeah, hangin' with my demons on go, yeah (with my demons)
Give me the top, keep it on the low, yeah
We gon' wipe his nose
I don't care, what he knows

Yeah, ice on my body, more ice than a mirror
Repeat everything i do, like a parrot (huh, parrot)
Askin' yourself, "why your guap dissapearing"?
Rick owen's jacket, and the shoes mike amiri
Yeah, mask on fleek, the bitch moncler
Think you the shit, bitch look in a mirror
Tryna sneak diss, ill end your career
Run up a bag, can you even hear?

Fit cost a hunnid' racks
Overcharge you, like your ass payin' tax (yeah)
Glock-nine, with an extended clip, mag (mag, yeah)
When you die, you cannot go back

I thank god, im not from the six (im not from the six)
When we spin back, we blitz (we blitz)
Yeah, crack you open like a Ritz (like a ritz)
Yeah, im on the same shit (holdup)
Had to bussdown, my wrist

Ice on my body, more ice than a mirror
Repeat everything i do, like a parrot (huh, parrot)
Askin' yourself, "why your guap dissapearing"?
Rick owen's jacket, and the shoes mike amiri
Mask on fleek, the bitch moncler
Think you the shit, bitch look in a mirror
Tryna sneak diss, ill end your career
Run up a bag, can you even hear?

My heart broke into pieces (yeah)
I had to build that shit back (shit back)
Huh, make sure your soul in peace
Huh, nobody tellin' you facts, huh
Rap on this beat, with no lease (no lease)
Because i preserve my racks (my racks)
Huh, 500 bands for a feat
Huh, you might as well start laughing (yeah, start laughing)

Yeah (yeah)
Jump! (jump)
Jump! (jump)
Jump! (jump-jump)
Mo Montana triple-six, bitch! (jump-jump, yeah)

I bleed by the face (uh-huh)
Pop another X, go to space, uhh
Four-five's, in the fucking range, ah
We gon turn up, then rage, yeah

Molly santana, we roll with it (roll with it)
Yeah, walked outside, so cold with it (cold with it)
Yeah, copped activis, gon' pour it in
Yeah, F&N, sticks, and poles with it

Yeah, hangin' with my demons on go, yeah (with my demons)
Give me the top, keep it on the low, yeah
We gon' wipe his nose
I don't care, what he knows

Ice on my body, more ice than a mirror
Repeat everything i do, like a parrot (huh, parrot)
Askin' yourself, "why your guap disappearing"?
Rick Owen's jacket, and the shoes Mike Amiri
Yeah, mask on fleek, the bitch moncler
Think you the shit, bitch look in a mirror
Tryna sneak diss, ill end your career
Run up a bag, can you even hear?