Shy Curry - Montana Flow Lyrics

Bitch, I ain't the one to play with
I be scaring myself, I'm feeling dangerous
If I spin her, she get a hundred Wilt Chamberlain
Cause bitch, I let this tool blam
I got fifty for his stomach, it's like food stamps
She ain't tryna f*ck, say she got a few cramps
Make it sing on your top, bitch, I'm JB
Pull up and we smoking shit, yeah, we trey deep
Talk to me nice, bent the block, damn, I misshaped it
I could be a killer, but I'm grown, so I be patient
Bitch, Colt forty five, it gon' blame ya
Bitch, whole time been with the scammers
Bitch, talk to your mama, ain't got manners
Bitch, nail on the head, we got the hammers
Bringing out some thots they love the sound of my race car
Playing with your life, you could take us, but can't take ours
Do him like Tony, two two three, leave his face scarred
I'm a little skinny, but I still lift a AR
These bullets fire, I be trippin' if they don't hit
Blower was in the car, but I left it at the f*ckin' crib
Got beef, then I'm stepping on, like I'm Nardo Wick
Big four five, touch my dog, then I'm John Wick
Make it sing on your top, bitch, I'm JB
Pull up and we smoking shit, yeah, we trey deep
Talk to me nice, bent the block, damn, I misshaped it
I could be a killer, but I'm grown, so I be patient
Bitch, Colt forty five, it gon' blame ya
Bitch, whole time been with the scammers
Bitch, talk to your mama, ain't got manners
Bitch, nail on the head, we got the hammers