Текст песни Tony Montana (feat. La Murdah) - Drayko!

Ha, yeah
Bitch, bitch
Yeah, come on

So many scars feel like just Tony Montana
You got to sacrifice to win I promise this shit get better (Okay)
Can't show my hand they got a vendetta
Not even 18 scoring jut like Jetta
Too good to be true I need sum answers
They keep playing I keep playin better
Go home or go out and get them
Bitch
Slurring my words im geeked up cant use grammar (Uh-huh)
Raw jit touch so much chicken fuck around imma get salmonella on them (Okay)
Know its a matter of time, i'm waiting to hit like a parlay or a edible
Mixing the Za with the blacks i'm falling my head keep spinning something just like a Carousel (Yeah, come on)

Keep seeing this with a little bit of that ain't tripping about no propaganda
Ruth Chris steak house napkin in my lap know I know how to use my manners
Bitch
Through the downs they ain't hit me up now it's "How you been" I be like, "Damn bruh"
So misunderstood I'm trying to do a interview somebody put me on camera
Okay, Let's go

I know that I can't get that time back so I just keep on moving on
Used to trust bro with my life and now it's a part of me wishing he was gone
Like I burnt my fingertips off I been losing touch and know it feel so wrong
You ain't never been broken before if you the type to think a house the same as home
Come on
New day, new package at the door I don't even remember what the fuck I bought
Getting high just for the sensation of feeling something i don't even know what i want (For real)
Keeping secrets from my people got to be strong I can't even show my faults
It's so many dubs inside my pockets so no I ain't tripping bout a loss (Bitch)

Fuck all my hoes the same but only one bitch I love
Whole team fucked up, ain't got no trust
Walk in the club and throw a thousand ones then cover my bitch in dubs
Rap niggas ain't fucking with Murdah i told him if you want a feature you better pay up
Last dude got stacked trying to set me up
Bussed down her wrist I like the way she eat dick up
Bet a three I stay equipped I catch a opp I put the blick up
Was a lil jit trying to fuck my babysitter
Yeah that was my dawg, but he mad I done fucked all on his sister
Tell the lil boy stand on business
None the opps real gravediggers, niggas know I been official
Trying to crack the code back since a lil one was trying to get richer
Murdah could solve all your problems baby
Trap nigga got knowledge baby
I came from the trenches, but I can buss down in the tropics baby
You tricking on that bitch, she let me hit that for the free
I triple crossed him, take him for his blick that's cause we BDG
GBG, get back for your dawg he on a TV Screen
Told Drayko grab the wheel, I'll blow the Draco up out the AMG

So many scars feel like just Tony Montana
You got to sacrifice to win I promise this shit get better (Okay)
Can't show my hand they got a vendetta
Not even 18 scoring jut like Jetta
Too good to be true I need sum answers
They keep playing I keep playin better
Go home or go out and get them
Bitch
Slurring my words im geeked up cant use grammar (Uh-huh)
Raw jit touch so much chicken fuck around imma get salmonella on them (Okay)
Know its a matter of time, i'm waiting to hit like a parlay or a edible
Mixing the Za with the blacks i'm falling my head keep spinning something just like a Carousel (Yeah, come on)