Call Me Mont Lyrics

I been up a week straight

Ugh

Ain't getting no sleep

Money ain't keep me energized

Prolly fueled by a dope beat

I been up a week straight

Ugh

Letting my soul speak

Tryna fight this pain that's in me tonight

Hope I don't od

Told them ima be the man

Ain't take me serious on nosebleed

Staying true to who I am

Cuz all that gangstas brings is police

Catch you staring up blam

Stop all that bricking you don't know me

Stop all that bricking you don't

I been up a few days

Tryna make it happen in a few ways

Prime time like Vince carter

Back then was wavy when I shoot jays

Nowadays I shoot the stick

A magician way I make dudes fade

Offense Kyrie

Defense Kawhi

A team player like a two way

Ima baller baby

Niggas like me they still exist

Shot caller baby

I can x ya ex right off that list

I ain't one of dem

I'm dat nigga

Neck chandelier

And my racks bigger

My side don't get back

Cuz my side don't get whacked nigga

Sticks and stones can break bones

But words a leave a bitch blue

We the ones who bouta bag

We not them Nîggas you can vent to

Niggas know

you play with irvo you get shot

Nigga said he this and that be he ain't say my opp

Fr

I'm tired of spinning all these blocks fr

Automatic I pull up shooting like a stopping drill

Double g'd up and I already got 3 blocks to kill

A rookie in the street and they already getting dropped fr

Already know little bro get nasty

If it's static lemme have it

I put a fan opp on a tee

And then his brother in a casket

I told him not to trust them ratchets

He confused it with his gadget

Prolly ain't kill ya bro tonight

But I'm the one that made it happen for real

Bodies goin get dropped for real

Bodies goin get dropped for real

Niggas think we cool I told em you ain't with the clan

Glizzy like my watches

that bitch bussing by my hand

Already said to much on live

So I refuse to make amends

Play with me you die

One life you don't get no second chance nigga

I was on the block without my glock

I ain't bitching nigga

Ten toes while the opps was sending shots

And they missing nigga

Swear this long nose just like my bitch

Got extensions nigga

One hand when I'm fucking her

The other on my pistol nigga

We was really waring with em

They was really dissing me

Said sum bout her died mother

Ion show no sympathy

Swear to god a month ago that shh

Would of got a clip from me

If it wasn't for ya step daughter

That nigga would of been history

I paved the way

Then made a way

That's why I'm him today

Said he don't got no bodies

Shot nobody

that's a lie ok

This Cuban only cost a duece

But my Sneaks was like a trey

MJ with this shotty

I make niggas fadeaway