SOB Montana - Just A Song Lyrics

Don't take me serious, it's just a song Trappin' off my other phone
Baccarat for my cologne Got love for all my 304s
Night night, dark as f*ck, fly off the moon in UFO
I don't really love my hoes, I really, really like em though

Tear a lil' bitch up, off the casamigos
This a new rule, if she go in two weeks, smash the new hoe
Burnt out smokin' on this kush coulda, shoulda, woulda
If you want that Maybach whip, you better grind until you coulda

I'm bout an inch away, nah for real, this just a little
Teezy killed the beat today, my ex bitch, she a throwaway
I'm gon' ball like Hardaway, no I'm gon' ball the harder way
I can't throw my heart away, woke up like I'm gon' ball today

I'm cuttin' ties with all the hoes that played up in my face
Sike, nah, nah I'm lyin', I hope you have a better day
My hoe played me, now she salty, bitch, a bag of better made
I can post up for a clean up, I don't need no f*ckin' maid

For my 21st, I want a duffel bag, filled up a green
This some 9 milli bullets, it look like some black eyed peas
Just put my bitch on timeout, bitch, I'm the referee
Bitch like Flipp Dinero said, leave me alone when I'm at peace

Don't take me serious, just a song, trappin' off my other phone
Baccarat for my cologne , got love for all my 304s
Night night, dark as f*ck, fly off the moon in UFO
I don't really love my hoes, I really, really like them though

Tear a lil' bitch up, off the casamigo
This a new rule, if she go in two weeks, smash the new hoe
Burnt out smokin' on this kush, coulda, shoulda, woulda
If you want that Maybach whip, you better grind until you coulda

There she go, yes that's her, she the baddest
She ate it up and wiped both of her lips off with some napkins
She pop the Yerky every time I'm in it, she say, Daddy
She truly got a fatty, you still can see it through the baggies

I went up on the prices, but you my bro, so I ain't taxing
I gave out all my love, bitch, took my heart and vanished
I know that I'm a man, I bought my love back with them bands Blowing' like a fan, look at my pockets like goddamn

Don't take me serious, just a song, trappin' off my other phone
Back a rock for my Kalan, got love for all my 304
Night night, dark as f*ck, fly off the moon in UFO
I don't really love my hoes, I really, really like them though

Tear a lil' bitch up, off the cost of me though
It's a new rule, if she go in two weeks, smash the new hoe
Burnt out smokin' on this kush, could've, should've, would've
If you want that Maybach whip, you better grind until you could