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Jay Montana, man Jay Montana Jay Montana, man Oh my God, it's Jay Montana man Sipping on lean, no, I can't stop Double cup, sipping on Wock' Run up my bands, I run my knots Keep your clothes on, I want top Talking on gang and you get shot Demons gon' spin your block Keeping that stick, why would I box? Too fucked up, man, I can't talk I can't love no goddamn thot I can't love no bitch Diamonds, they wet like piss Sipping on Wock', don't sip on Tris Glock got a beam, how could I miss? Talking on gang, you get hit Doing a drill then dip off in the whip Your bitch a thot, she gon' fuck on the clique Spinning your block in a coupe My niggas pull up and shoot I make a hit when I hop in a booth They like Montana, you speaking the truth I'm in a new Benz, and I'm dropping the roof Smoking, I'm chilling with Zeus We stomping him out, got blood on my shoes Got blood on my jeans, I feel like I'm juice Laugh to bank like I'm Druski Balenci on me like Uzi Slide with a Drac' like I'm Toosi Fuck on your bitch, she a groupie Smoking on gas, that shit got me groovy Rocking designer, the Ksubi I'm going up, I know you see Choppa be kicking like Bruce Lee I can't love I can't love no thotty Chilling with your Chilling with your lil' shawty Diamonds all on Diamonds all on my body Rocking that Mur Rocking that Murakami Sipping on lean, no, I can't stop Double cup, sipping on Wock' Run up my bands, I run my knots Keep your clothes on, I want top Talking on gang and you get shot Demons gon' spin your block Keeping that stick, why would I box Too fucked up, man I can't talk I can't love no goddamn thot I can't love no bitch Diamonds, they wet like piss Sipping on Wock', don't sip on Tris Glock got a beam, how could I miss? Talking on gang, you get hit Doing a drill then dip off in the whip Your bitch a thot, she gon' fuck on the clique