Gas Mask Lyrics - Singles - Talley Of 300 X Montana Of 300

"Gas Mask" 

(with Talley Of 300) 

[Talley of 300:] 

Shit I'm too much 

Too much for my damn self 

Hit the streets and go hand in hand I place that paper like damn stamps 

Try, bitch Imma teach you 'bout drumming, and blowing trumpets that's band camp 

I'm only coming to tell you sweet dreams, bitch I'm the Sandman 

Take every shot at his top like he wearing a head cam, yeah he a dead man 

If he survive then I swear it's a miracle, but he gon' need a bedpan 

Leavin' 'em pissed, let's go take his life and don't leave him with shit 

Watchu know 'bout blowing the Reaper a kiss, I promise six feet ain't the deepest it get 

That's why I keep God, pray and play smart, keep the DA and my face with a charge 

Keep tools on me in the street like martial law, and fuck the police I'm on national guard 

If we ain't in business then you ain't the fam 

Then you don't eat, Ethiopian 

Fuck with the team, yeah he hope he can 

So he suicide like the Holy Quran 

Yo bitch I ain't meet, that ho in a trance 

Better get a leash before she go off command 

If we in the sheets then she gon' know the clan 

And I keep it up front so she know where I stand 

TO3 if you ain't know who I am 

Heat on me bitch I'm gon' blow like a fan 

GOD with me and so are these bands 

FGE in and we so in demand 

Yeah 

Coming from the sole like old boots 

Nigga Imma vet like old troops 

This shit is accustomed like a old school 

And you niggas just old news 

Do it all, go hard like I don't bruise 

I stay on alarm, bitch I won't snooze 

Repairman yeah bitch I know tools 

Get in these muddy waters you gon' know blues 

No trust for these niggas, they could be the po-lice 

Gotta watch for the Snake Eyes, without rolling no dice 

They hate when you gettin' and pimpin' 

And bitch I'm so dynamite, but I'm known to leave a bitch froze 

(boom, boom) 

Disney on Ice 

[Montana of 300:] 

I'm a killer in a gas mask 

I was headed up a bad path 

Infatuated with the fast cash 

Pounds no hashtag 

Brought 'em in a trash bag 

Got the weight off like lipo 

Don't ever play around with my dough 

The last nigga that you beefed with didn't make you full of steel but this one wheel (will) unicycle 

Smooth criminal, Michael 

I'm so focused like a tight rope 

FGE that's what I ride for 

Started moving hydro, now I'm going viral 

Everything I spit is pyro 

Watch me kick it like Tae Bo [?] 

Youngin from the ninth floor, nice flow 

Verses so deep that you gotta translate 'em like the Bible 

Breakin' rules with my dudes up in school with them tools but I didn't go to Columbine 

I got so much money on my mafucking mind that I tattooed a dollar sign 

I'm self-made I'm self-paid that's the bottom line 

I'm just fine I ain't signing no dotted line 

Talk shit and see me, or just keep your mouth closed, who knows you might just live to see father time 

When you beefing with me in these streets boy I know exactly what to do with ya 

It's B.O.B.E when we suiting up 

This murder shit ain't nothing new to us 

I never call my shootas up 

They call me like "Yo, you want me to shoot him up?" 

Ha! 

The looks on they face is so priceless when they come to realize it's two of us 

Like Jesus get nailed to the cross when it's MC Hammer, I ain't come here to screw with ya 

Get nailed with these shells when this ruger up 

I gave 'em hell just like God did to Lucifer 

Your son or your daughter, your mami, your papi, your granny I don't give a fuck who with ya 

See first I whack you then slide dick in your boo 

She get passed on to my crew then I'm through with her 

I got head in the whip, spread the legs on that chick, yup I beat that pussy no drumstick 

Two pussies in one night that's fun shit 

I let that bitch off til' my gun click 

Right between his eyes then they closed up 

Yo nigga got whacked then you froze up 

No strip club but bitch I stay poled up 

Like Lamborghini doors, my dough's up