Lyrics Don't Trick Off - Montana of 300
Went
from
trappin'
with
my
bro's,
sellin'
O's
off
pounds
of
dro
Drivin'
on
the
road,
we
was
gettin'
it
for
the
low
Now
I
see
lots
of
moolah
off
these
features
and
these
shows
I
got
bands,
I
got
dough,
but
I
don't
trick
off
with
these
hoes
Went
from
trappin'
with
my
bro's,
sellin'
O's
off
pounds
of
dro
Drivin'
on
the
road,
we
was
gettin'
it
for
the
low
Now
I
see
lots
of
moolah
off
these
features
and
these
shows
I
got
bands,
I
got
dough,
but
I
don't
trick
off
with
these
hoes
Pockets
on
swole,
while
I'm
strapped
up
with
that
pole
That
is
how
I
roll,
every
time
I
hit
the
road
In
and
out
of
town,
we
was
juggin'
off
them
pounds
Couldn't
wait
to
break
it
down,
and
turn
10K
to
20
thou
I'm
the
shit,
haters
pissed,
ah,
rap
God
in
this
bitch
I'm
on
top,
haters
watch,
I
know
hella
nigga's
sick
Ain't
no
doubt,
I
got
clout,
been
had
bitches
on
my
dick
Fuckin'
thotties,
catchin'
bodies,
I
was
really
with
the
shits
I
let
your
boo
slide
in
my
whip,
she
put
my
tool
in
her
lips
And
I
promise
I
don't
smoke,
but
I'm
gettin'
blew
behind
the
tent
When
I
cut,
she
think
she
dreamin',
Freddy
Krueger
in
this
bitch
I
do
got
chips,
but
these
hoes
don't
get
no
moolah
from
a
pimp
Went
from
trappin'
with
my
bro's,
sellin'
O's
off
pounds
of
dro
Drivin'
on
the
road,
we
was
gettin'
it
for
the
low
Now
I
see
lots
of
moolah
off
these
features
and
these
shows
I
got
bands,
I
got
dough,
but
I
don't
trick
off
with
these
hoes
Went
from
trappin'
with
my
bro's,
sellin'
O's
off
pounds
of
dro
Drivin'
on
the
road,
we
was
gettin'
it
for
the
low
Now
I
see
lots
of
moolah
off
these
features
and
these
shows
I
got
bands,
I
got
dough,
but
I
don't
trick
off
with
these
hoes
Way
before
this
rap,
I
was
gettin'
it
out
the
trap
Pushin'
packs
and
buyin'
straps,
play
with
my
money
and
get
whacked
I
spit
facts,
I
don't
act,
bitch
I've
been
about
my
dough
They
used
to
ask
how
much
my
dro
Now
it's
"how
much
you
charge
a
show?"
Times
was
hard,
had
no
job,
I
was
gettin'
it
out
the
mud
Hit
my
plug,
pray
to
God
I
don't
get
caught
with
the
bud
I
was
doin'
it
for
my
squad,
I
was
doin'
it
for
my
blood
Tryna
bubble
like
some
suds,
me,
my
pistol
and
the
drugs
I'm
Steph
Curry
with
the
Glock
and
if
I
lurk
you
gon'
get
popped
Had
to
murk
a
couple
opps
while
I
was
workin'
to
the
top
These
bitches
thirsty
cause
I'm
hot,
won't
fill
your
purse
up
with
no
guap
Bitch
you
ain't
work
for
what
I
got,
and
you
ain't
make
these
verses
hot
Went
from
trappin'
with
my
bro's,
sellin'
O's
off
pounds
of
dro
Drivin'
on
the
road,
we
was
gettin'
it
for
the
low
Now
I
see
lots
of
moolah
off
these
features
and
these
shows
I
got
bands,
I
got
dough,
but
I
don't
trick
off
with
these
hoes
Went
from
trappin'
with
my
bro's,
sellin'
O's
off
pounds
of
dro
Drivin'
on
the
road,
we
was
gettin'
it
for
the
low
Now
I
see
lots
of
moolah
off
these
features
and
these
shows
I
got
bands,
I
got
dough,
but
I
don't
trick
off
with
these
hoes
1 Heat Stroke
2 Land of the Dark
3 Wifin You
4 Mf's Mad, Pt. 2
5 Fighting Demons, Dropping Jewels
6 Wts Now
7 Fge Cypher, Pt. 2 (feat. Talley of 300, Savage, J Real & No Fatigue)
8 Goonies (feat. Kevin Gates)
9 Don't Trick Off
10 Robo Op
11 Down Here (feat. Shabba Wolf)
12 Bad as Hell (feat. Talley of 300 & Jalyn Sanders)
13 No Smoke (feat. Talley of 300)
14 Daddy Used to Be the Plug
15 Who I Am (feat. Talley of 300 & Jalyn Sanders)
16 Angel With an Uzi
17 Bang Bang (feat. J Real, Talley of 300, Savage & No Fatigue)
18 Here Now (feat. Tabrielle)
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