Computers Freestyle Lyrics - Montana Of 300

You got all these social media accounts nigga 

Behind computers, all you do is run your mouth nigga 

Don't make me pull up with some shooters at your house nigga 

Like what's all that shit you talking bout nigga! 

He tried to turn up, got my burner, block like Bobby Shmurda 

If I don't got it, pockets hurting, I'm a rob a person 

If he don't go my heat gon blow, they gotta doc and nurse him 

Or box and hearse him, I don't box, I pop my Glock and murk em 

And bitch I'm headed to your city 

Just me and Big Bro, Citi 

Got 30 hanging out the semi 

Off this mothafucka, shoot him in the fizzace 

And niggas said they tryna get me 

But bitch I'm always in the hood like I'm Kenny 

Man free my Uncle out the you know, every verse for you 

If rap don't work and work don't move it's back to murking dudes 

I fuck your bitch, she suck my dick don't take it personal 

I cock my Glock and drop his top like a convertible 

Can't fuck with niggas, lot of niggas fu 

Shout out FGE, them my dudes 

He think he 2pac with the juice, until he Bishop on the roof 

They with they bitches pillow talking, all them niggas frauding 

Say he gon catch me out in traffic, caught that nigga walking 

Rolled down the window with extendos pistols get to sparking 

Don't use emojis, niggas know me, you got poles then show me 

But niggas police, run up on me smoke em like some OG 

My OG told me, "Niggas phony, watch them like a rollie" 

I'm in your city locked and loaded, let off shots exploding 

He posted pictures of a gun but got 200 likes 

But when I caught em in public wasn't no gun in sight 

My shooters down to put it on em, he won't see the morning 

Might roll up on him, blow and if he pussy I'm a show him 

Straight up exposing, don't do talking, I shoot like the Office 

They gon chalk em, toss the burner just another murder 

And I'm headed to your block bitch 

Me and my niggas on that mob shit 

And you know Juno on some hot shit 

Glocks spit, hit his noodles get the chopsticks 

And money cheese bought a brand new .45 

He had already ran through like 45, Mob 

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A lot of niggas acting hard, on these computers 

Hate that this gangster got bars like Larry Hoover 

And everything I touch get ripped, like Freddy Krueger 

If I pursue you, click clack booya, we sing hallelujah 

The clip threw up in my ruger, same size of a ruler 

Flex like Lex Luger with my shooters, pockets fat like Buddha 

Got racks like Hooters, but as soon as rappers act like Luda 

Get smoked like hookah, ice like coolers I feel like a Jeweler 

You niggas bitches boy you fugazee, blow yo top off boy you faker than a toupee 

These niggas pussy watch my rachet pop that coochie 

Clip like a preview then I show them like a movie 

Come through your jaw, go out the sunroof with that Uzi 

Dark nights like Batman let my gat blam now you Two Face 

Skateoff like Lupe, leave your niggas blue like Tookie 

I ball like 2K but be strapped like Call of Duty 

I'm bout the action, ain't no acting this is not rehearsal 

Ain't with the lacking, bitch that rachet hug me like a girdle 

Two straps like Urkel, I'm not verbal, killers in my circle 

Montana always rock bandanas like a Ninja Turtle 

When I send shells, no Donatello you get smoked like purple 

Go in like curfew, pop and murk you, I'm gon white T-shirt you 

I'm sonning niggas like I birth you, my shit just too fertile 

I hop on tracks and get shit jumping like a fucking hurdle 

I'm fly as shit yes I am sick, I got the Flu 

I got that bag, I got that swag, I got that juice 

Yo bitch feeling me like a masseuse 

She wanna give a nigga neck just like a noose 

I ain't fu, gun cases, I caught two 

This what I do, pull up shooting like I hoop 

Touch every nigga in your circle, Duck Duck Goose 

And even God knows I'm a killer on the loose 

Two shots in your leg homie, I'm a make you beg homie 

Uh uh don't be scared homie, two shots hit your dreads homie 

Ten more to your head homie, bro like "Yo, he dead Tony!" 

I'm just making sure I reunite him with his dead homie 

I was the plug, my clientele they used to spend 

Drug trafficking, I got that work out like a gym 

I hope God forgives me for my sins 

(Stupid Bitch!) Me and Jesus look like twins! 

Same color skin, I'm just inked up like a pen 

When I pull up you gonna catch shots just like a rim 

He think he Pac above the rim, so I did his ass like Birdie at the end 

I just bought a Glock with all the perks 

I just got 5000 for a verse 

Like hold that cash and got that strap just like a purse 

I be counting mula like a clerk 

And counting blessings although I feel like I'm cursed 

Man I done put some niggas in the dirt 

My choppers used to sing just like Lil Vert 

Get ready for fire in the church 

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