Текст песни Self Revive - Cbg Montana

Ayy, it's montana, baby, gang
Ayy, they want me to talk my shit, so you know I'm finna talk it
Oh, but shoutout Jb, that nigga gave me the inspiration to this

(3hreeL & after)

Pop out, Glocks out, with the switches on the back
Stupid ass, nut got his hat hit, but his life ain't snappin' back
Down your block, throwin' bullets like a fuckin' quarterback
Hit him in stride, no Randy Moss, but lil' dude catchin' that
We hit the party 5-deep, but everybody got they blick
Throw an diss, turn into boosie, set it off up in this bitch
Steady dissin' for some clout, now y'all finna make me mad
Made the Glock sound like a chop, that bitch gon' get to glitching fast

"Montana never in the city," n****s, shut the fuck up
I'm the one that hopped up out the cut and fucked your partner up
Who you shot, who you killed, so what you talkin' for
If he ain't did his shit to nobody, then hush that shit up
N****s hate us cause we did the shit they couldn't
N****s hate us cause we took the risk they wouldn't
I was down and looked up all of a sudden, now I'm winnin
Give a fuck what you say about me, but keep John, out your mentions

Hop up out the cut, screamin' peek-a-boo, and get the hittin' at you
That's your brother, that's your twin, bitch, you dying with him too
And your mama got somethin' to say, we slidin' on that bitch too
Ain't nobody gettin' spared, n***a, fuck wrong with you
Quick to bless the pussy, n***a, like a n***a ass, ACHOO
Got one foot off in the industry, they don't wanna let me through
We stood on business, so damn long my motherfuckin' feet hurt
Dissing my threes, get your face put on a fuckin' t-shirt

TonTon had to self-revile like two times, that bitch a zombie
R** too, That bitch got wrapped down like a motherfuckin' mummy
I been tryin' to fuck on, shh, only cause that hoe a eater
We just fuckin', I ain't tryin' to lay up, baby, you a skeezer
Told that bitch to use her lips, to help me get my rocks off
Then get out, kick her to the curb like a punter in the playoffs
I hate you n****s in the city, got them hoes thinkin' they special
Ask for money, I ain't no trick, I'm leaving quicker than I met you

I see these bitches sneak dissin', put a name to this shit
Fuck out my way, them hoes know I slap the makeup off a bitch
Hoes be talkin' like she poppin', I'm the one that got you lit
And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a who made you, bitch

And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a that made you, bitch
And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a that made you, bitch

It's Montana, baby, you know, CBG Montana
3 Life, it's all there, it's all good, you see
Talk my shit every time, you know I gotta pop my shit
Cause it's Montana, baby

Like, would it be me if I didn't pop my shit
Like just think about it
I'ma let you answer the question for yourself
It's 3L, bitch