Montana of 300 – Monster Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

[Verse 1]
Before the rap I was the plug, I’m who they copped from
Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up
I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up
Streets ain’t no game, been moving weight like I’m E. Honda
Don’t make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba
You gon’ need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner
After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture
Step back like Harden, cook his top ’til I see pasta
I had to go through some crazy times
Witnessed murder at the age of 9
My first gun was a P89
Had to stay with that Glock, they ain’t taking mine
Paying bills, a few lawyers, and paying fines
Had a bitch lying saying her baby mine
Had some homies hating on the way he grind
Before fans I had clientele pay me mine
All of the pain that I been through
All of the struggle I went through
[?] only motive my mental, why only count on my pistol?
Gangsters don’t talk on computers, all that tough talk don’t amuse us
And when I slap this dick in the 40, bitch I ain’t fuckin’ no cougar

[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

[Verse 2]
I’m in my bag, you don’t want smoke, this ain’t no ganja
Slide like a hockey team with sticks, I make the opps duck
Don’t give no fuck ’bout who you got up on yo’ roster
My shooters hands filled up with bands, bitch I’m they sponsor
We all got 30s, do you dirty, you’ll get mopped up
I’ll snap my fingers, they gon’ cook him like Red Lobster
I’ll slide ’em bread, y’all know y’all toast soon as they pop up
Ain’t shit you can do, light ’em all up like it’s Kwanzaa
From the ‘jects, from the trenches, I’m from the gutta
Told myself, man I gotta come up with something
Keep my head up in life like it upper-cut him
I was fly, they was hating, I wasn’t buggin’
Bought a MAC and a vest from my uncle Bubba
I was turnt, packing heat like a fuckin’ oven
Had some opps until I dropped a couple of ’em
Left ’em lying, I been had the jungle jumpin’
They say they tryna find out where I be at
They been talking for years and ain’t try me yet
Yeah I know haters looking, that’s why we flex
You know I keep the TEC in my Nike Tech
And you know I’m a savage like Randy
I guess all of the pain came in handy
Got the drum in my clip
When I come in this bitch, pussy you gon’ need more than a Plan B

[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

Skyzoo – Let It Fly (Peddler Themes Album)

[Verse 1]
The intro to Belly how we posted
100 on the table, I’m just drawing up the opus
16s like I’m in the stall Tryna load this
Working on a light show, clip full of glow sticks
I’m Sincere how I pens here
With all kinda Iceberg pulled outta thin air
Lil’ bit of Murda like if Puff and his men’s here
Room full of Inga’s and Aaliyah’s and Kim’s here, you know how this goes
Doors off baby hold all your gold
I sit up inside the pocket like I’m throwing you stones
The doubles the only logic baby, low and behold
Roof tucked, wings up like it’s flown off the stove, let it fly
I’m back on my never mind, like never mind these mufuckas they’re letting by
Hands on whatever the moment we get inside
Winter’s only so the summers can turn into better rides

[Chorus]
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Shit I ain’t seen nobody else in my design
I ain’t seen nobody up like me and mine
If you seen ’em point ’em out and let em try
Tell ’em let it fly
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Shit I ain’t seen nobody else in my design
I ain’t seen nobody up like me and mine
If you seen ’em point ’em out and let em try
Tell ’em let it fly

[Verse 2]
You know I can’t see less, than a ES, the GS’ BS
And I’m from up out the Brook but my women from out the BX
Old habits is hard to die, you know how we get
The motto is a Rover but drop off in a Prius
All in the DNA, juggle a week a day
Music for the looters who perusing thru a B.O.A
Dump it in the Bape store, plug playing keep away
Cribs in Jamaica Estates, Kisha lead the way
Rope tied over the arm the way they rep in here
Pull em off of sweatsuits, call it Nike Tech affairs
Laced it with the Bombay, 6 TVs a system, knocking Conway, all day
And word is I’m long like the arms on Antetokounmpo
Your broad like God we prolly will sumo
Tag all over the walls like I was Hugo
I’m Scorsese off the arm, like let it shoot tho
Blaow!, the aim different
Came for the bag yo the rings came with it
Came for the bag yo the rings came with it
We winning out the bag, either way
Same difference, I tell ’em let it fly

[Chorus]
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Shit I ain’t seen nobody else in my design
I ain’t seen nobody up like me and mine
If you seen ’em point ’em out and let em try
Tell ’em let it fly
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Shit I ain’t seen nobody else in my design
I ain’t seen nobody up like me and mine
If you seen ’em point ’em out and let em try
Tell ’em let it fly

[Bridge]
Blaow!, uh, the aim different
Came for the bag yo the rings came with it
Came for the bag yo the rings came with it
We winning out the bag, either way
Same difference, I tell em let it fly

[Chorus]
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Shit I ain’t seen nobody else in my design
I ain’t seen nobody up like me and mine
If you seen ’em point ’em out and let em try
Tell ’em let it fly
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Let it fly, (let it fly!)
Shit I ain’t seen nobody else in my design
I ain’t seen nobody up like me and mine
If you seen ’em point ’em out and let em try
Tell ’em let it fly