Piss Tana Off (feat. Leeke Luciano)

Ayy, piss Montana off, piss Montana off, bitch, piss Montana off You know how we do on this side, man, Cbg x 3lyfe, man Long live all the got f*ck the opps Ayy, walking shit down, you know how we do it Nigga, hollin' "it's beef", let's get straight to it Come down the street, we gon' Swiss chesse the car Two-two-three, hit the engine block, cut the car off Bows in the trap, hurry up get them gone No phones on the drill, leave them bitches at home Talkin' crazy, that A.R.P. lower your tone 32 shots, call that boy Karl Malone Glock 17 with a switch on the back, when I spray it, I'ma swing that bitch like a bat Been poppin' my shit ever since I got money, they say I'm an asshole, I don't know how to act Ayy, no remorse for you niggas, ain't showin' no pity, spin through they block, like Tasmanian devil Why, come start with us, and you know we get busy, spin spin spin Uh, full bags in the back and it's full of that loud Don't come playin' at my show, we gon' switch down the crowd Sbg steady trollin', but scared of that Drac' F*ck a stone, I heard buddy got hit in the face And the streets say, they waitin' on me for to drop again Ain't been focused on music, I been tryin' to spin And this five-six, a fully get hit with this lead No number 2 pencil, get erased from existence, bitch, I'm hot, them niggas know we get active Why they thinkin' we cheatin', cause we steady head tap shit We the ones puttin' packs, through the city, these niggas ain't havin' no motion to clientele These niggas ain't gangsta, them niggas is bitches, you do somethin' to them, they gon' cry and tell If you low on funds, go sell you a brick, you a grown-ass man, stop beggin' for help Relax, catch your breath, type of nigga go step by myself Tint out the windows, go change out the tag, if them folk get behind, then you know that we striking Niggas thinkin' they Floyd, call my glock Mike Tyson, pop his take his life, I ain't doin' no fighting Walking shit down, you know how we do it Nigga, hollin' "it's beef", let's get straight to it Come down the street, we gon' Swiss chesse the car Two-two-three, hit the engine block, cut the car off Bows in the trap, hurry up get them gone No phones on the drill, leave them bitches at home Talkin' crazy, that A.R.P. lower your tone 32 shots, call that boy Karl Malone Thirty-three shots in my Glock, Scottie Pippen Why beef with us boy, when you know we get busy Mickey Mouse rat, man that boy signed to disney We spin every night, until our ass get dizzy Young turnt nigga havin' shit on me, I'm a type of nigga slap the shit out your big homie Still post on the block with a big 40, flat back on it, you ain't know it was a switch on me Yeah, bitch, this ten mil, knock off your dome Got a switch on the Glock, when these bullets get to flyin' everywhere, bet you catch them like Julio Jones Your ass ain't hard, lil' bro, boy, know the real you, we been knew your ass was a ho Stop cappin' like you slidin' for the gang, when your ass got caught Your ass got bucked for your pole Say Tana, why these niggas tryna play like we won't get shit started Ops playin', in this bitch we gon' beat their ass at the party Cause they know we 10-deep, we the straps on us And they know damn well we'll clap some Opp, niggas, they be lyin', in them songs Knowing goddamn, well they ain't headtap nothing Walking shit down, you know how we do it Nigga, hollin' "it's beef", let's get straight to it Come down the street, we gon' Swiss chesse the car Two-two-three, hit the engine block, cut the car off Bows in the trap, hurry up get them gone No phones on the drill, leave them bitches at home Talkin' crazy, that A.R.P. lower your tone 32 shots, call that boy Karl Malone