Self Revive

Ayy, it's montana, baby, gang Ayy, they want me to talk my shit, so you know I'm finna talk it Oh, but shoutout Jb, that nigga gave me the inspiration to this (3hreeL & after) Pop out, Glocks out, with the switches on the back Stupid ass, nut got his hat hit, but his life ain't snappin' back Down your block, throwin' bullets like a fuckin' quarterback Hit him in stride, no Randy Moss, but lil' dude catchin' that We hit the party 5-deep, but everybody got they blick Throw an diss, turn into boosie, set it off up in this bitch Steady dissin' for some clout, now y'all finna make me mad Made the Glock sound like a chop, that bitch gon' get to glitching fast "Montana never in the city," n****s, shut the f*ck up I'm the one that hopped up out the cut and fucked your partner up Who you shot, who you killed, so what you talkin' for If he ain't did his shit to nobody, then hush that shit up N****s hate us cause we did the shit they couldn't N****s hate us cause we took the risk they wouldn't I was down and looked up all of a sudden, now I'm winnin Give a f*ck what you say about me, but keep John, out your mentions Hop up out the cut, screamin' peek-a-boo, and get the hittin' at you That's your brother, that's your twin, bitch, you dying with him too And your mama got somethin' to say, we slidin' on that bitch too Ain't nobody gettin' spared, n***a, f*ck wrong with you Quick to bless the pussy, n***a, like a n***a ass, ACHOO Got one foot off in the industry, they don't wanna let me through We stood on business, so damn long my motherfuckin' feet hurt Dissing my threes, get your face put on a fuckin' t-shirt TonTon had to self-revile like two times, that bitch a zombie R** too, That bitch got wrapped down like a motherfuckin' mummy I been tryin' to f*ck on, shh, only cause that hoe a eater We just fuckin', I ain't tryin' to lay up, baby, you a skeezer Told that bitch to use her lips, to help me get my rocks off Then get out, kick her to the curb like a punter in the playoffs I hate you n****s in the city, got them hoes thinkin' they special Ask for money, I ain't no trick, I'm leaving quicker than I met you I see these bitches sneak dissin', put a name to this shit F*ck out my way, them hoes know I slap the makeup off a bitch Hoes be talkin' like she poppin', I'm the one that got you lit And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a who made you, bitch And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a that made you, bitch And don't forget the fact that I'm the n***a that made you, bitch It's Montana, baby, you know, CBG Montana 3 Life, it's all there, it's all good, you see Talk my shit every time, you know I gotta pop my shit Cause it's Montana, baby Like, would it be me if I didn't pop my shit Like just think about it I'ma let you answer the question for yourself It's 3L, bitch