Текст песни Suicide Squad (Montana Of 300) с переводом

I’m best, Summer, Fall, when it’s Winter, Spring

I’m saucing, I’m all on these bitches dreams

My money long as a limousine

Blue strips on these hundreds ain’t Listerine

I’m good with the flow and I’m good with the Mob Power

I’m balling, I’m feeling like Mr. Clean

I be lit every step like I’m Billie Jean

If I light up a square, it ain’t nicotine

Smif-N-Wessun turn 'em smithereens

Movie niggas like a silver screen

Shootas with me I’m so Dickie V

Many Goofy niggas, I ain’t gon' Mickey me

I’m a groovy nigga, I’m in hippie peace

I mean a piece of my hip, I just 60 to clip

I been lit for a grip, they won’t give me the slip

I’ma go back and forth, man these niggas a trip

I slide in the clip how I slide in your bitch

Don’t want my niggas to tweak like a glitch

Dance with blue faces but I’m not a Crip

I got that green, my bag like a zip

I’m in the game, tryna give me a ring

Warriors hide, niggas hate on the team

Yo bitch be cheating I come in between

Lowkey a fan, she might cum in the jeans

All the way solid like concrete, no statue nigga

You don’t wanna get it cracking

Make me come outta my shell, I’ma cash you nigga

Yeah, I don’t play them games

Up and get to guessin' that’s taboo nigga

Yeah, it’s like the .40 just ain’t got no trust

It won’t put nothing past you nigga

Bread hard with my shades on

I’m just sitting back like a sharpshooter

I’ma invest the money on a talent like Mark Cuban

Tryna guard Luger, I’m the flyest killa with a TEC and dripping

I’m the definition of a sharpshooter

Bet I drop 'em all

Wet up everybody in ya whip nigga, that’s carpooling

That mean everybody ride when it’s working time

Shoot some perfect ties, used to burglarize

See a still, just like I got burglar’s eyes

Need a mil', that’s a drink, burger, fries

Heavy on the sauce baby

Shoutout to my haters, look what y’all made me

Blitz can get two points, off safety

Street nigga baby better cross safely

Ooh, sauce I’m dripping, she see that I’m cooler

Shine like a diamond, I think I’m a jeweler

One in the head but it ain’t a tumor

I’m playing you can’t get around like a rumor

I know it’s real, came far for a loser

Niggas be watching and drawing conclusions

What’s riding 'round, get money like Ubers

I’m spitting crack, shoutout all the consumers

Throw up my ball, let my dog bury ya

Don’t get left in the dirt

Then I go bag your bitch like a dog carrier

Yeah, get right in her purse

Wipe that look off your face 'fore I make up your mind

Your choice for heads or tails like do or die

Been the chief like I play for U of I

This water get deep and I make it look dumb

Two hoes on my D tryna trap me

'fore I go deeper than black street

Run it up on my team like a track meet

Can’t let the pussy or haters distract me

Counting bread, getting head in the backseat

Laughing at niggas that said they gon' jack me

If they pop up at these Glocks up

'Bout to bust at they face, it ain’t acne

Oh he think he the shit, exactly

Give me head 'cause I rap, she Iraqi

I’m ahead of them, lapping 'em actually

I got federal crack on my rap sheet

Trying to fill up the bag, I’m a black sheep

I’m NSYNC with them boys on the backstreet

Call up Kevorkian come poison the trap please

I can’t fuck with these clowns. that’s trapeze

Clowns like It, man these niggas be extra

Bowl and be shootin', I’m just a director

Hop on the track, get it jumping like Drexler

Niggas be pussy, I call him Sylvester

In yo bitch head, call me the Professor

These bitches do what I want like Alexa

Yo bitch gon' starve when she doin' our text up

Bitch to my bitch, she fed, I ex’d her

It’s clear to see

That I got that light like a greenhouse

And if it’s beef

This shit gettin' small like a meathouse

Yo bitch a freak

And I fit yo dog with no dream house

Dirty as could be

Don’t make me go get that mop and come clean house

Bitch I’m independent, fuck your 360

So much spending, I should be dizzy

I’m that fly guy with the Foamposites

And the gun bottom like my feet sticky

Diamonds dancing like they P. Diddy

Ain’t a damn thing sweet with me

When this dream chaser catch you niggas sleeping

Boy I swear to god it ain’t Meek Milly

Gloves off, I beat the beat silly

Hip-Hop is looking weak really

So I’m taking charge like I plead guilty

Taking charge like I’m defending

Foreign car, got a freak with me

That frequently go deep with me

Had to move the bitch, bitch Free Willy

She a lunatic, like free city

Champion like Meek Milly

Fresh Prince but not from West Philly

Stack more, spend less really

Niggas sad, no ex really

Slide like they don’t take cash

Couple shots make 'em lose weight fast

Grindin', I need new brake pads

Made your bitch look like a fake pass

Yeah overseas how I wet a nigga

Pulling poppers top like an umbrella nigga

No Chase but I tell a nigga you can get change tryna check a nigga

Won’t be no surprise when you say ah

Stick in your mouth like a check-up nigga

Odd man when I bless a nigga

Tre Pound pinned him like a wrestler say uh