Lyrics Castaways - Montana99

Yea
Yea
Yea
Jay Montana man
We are castaways
We are
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea

I pour the deuce in my Fanta
Thirty shots make him a dancer
And I know these bitches be fallin′ in love
On my story they callin' me handsome
Man these niggas be sick like some cancer
I′m makin' money I cash out
Coutin' up all of these racks now
Pop me a perc and I blackout
Got a thirty it came wit′ a stick
Get to neckin′ I don't wanna kiss
Feel like Juice bitch I hit me a lick
Yea that boy tryna that I′m broke and I'm bummy
But I got his bitch inna whip
If he keep talkin′ crazy I pull up
I'm shooting like Curry I swear I won′t miss

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea

I pour the deuce in my Fanta
Thirty shots make him a dancer
And I know these bitches be fallin' in love
On my story they callin' me handsome
Man these niggas be sick like some cancer
I′m makin′ money I cash out
Coutin' up all of these racks now
Pop me a perc and I blackout
Got a thirty it came wit′ a stick
Get to neckin' I don′t wanna kiss
Feel like Juice bitch I hit me a lick
Yea that boy tryna that I'm broke and I′m bummy
But I got his bitch inna whip
If he keep talkin' crazy I pull up
I'm shooting like Curry I swear I wont miss