[Intro]
(Montana built it)
Kasher Quon
Let's go
(Montana)
(Montana on the beat, bitch)

N***a tried to short me on the zip, said re-weigh it up
Don't take n***as that stress 'cause they really be playin' tough
Flashin' another n***a cheese, I can call your bluff
Smokin' a petty-ass gram but you claim you stuck
You been rappin' with no buzz, boy, give it up
Asked your bitch, "Can I fuck?", she gon' give it up (Come on)
Million views on YouTube, n***a, look it up (Kasher Quon)
I just scammed my grandma like what the fuck? (Fuck)
Think you finna rob me, smokin' angel dust (Burger)
And you know we got a pistol if he came with us
I just made ten bands off of 7+
And dropped a deuce of the red in a 7Up
I ain't tryna look cool, fuck a double cup (Fuck that)
Two hoes on my dick, that's a double dutch
And them buffs fake as hell, you never went to Hutch (Dumb ass)
Caught a jugg for five hundred, that shit came in clutch
High as hell off the lean, words slurrin' up (Slurrin')
Your bitch say she outside, she tryna suck me up
Hold on, lil' bitch, don't set me up
I ain't finna have one of these n***as wet me up
Bitch, you on some stupid shit
Hit that lil' bitch off some Ruth Chris
Anyone shit but a blue strip
Blow pros and get it back 'cause I do this
Think you sippin' straight drop, he done hit your ass
My bitch steady aggravated, want me to kiss her ass
All she do is sit back and fuckin' nag
Why you go to Miami? I'm just chillin' with fuckin' fans
Hit a jugg for five hundred and I do my dance
Now I'm 'bout to stuff that inside of my pants
And your mans thought he was slick, I done popped your mans
Opp n***a in a picture, I done cropped your mans
Almost shot this one n***a, but he just a fan
Told him, "Ayy, you can't be walkin' up on me, man"
I ain't sweet, you can't jugg, I am not a ham
Ain't no point to make that sale if it's just a gram
This shit free, I ain't gotta pay Uncle Sam
I did a script every week from Auntie Pam
But if she try to go up, I don't give a damn
'Cause I'ma still add my tax and do my dance