[Intro: Talley of 300]
(Charisma)
Yeah
TO3
Talley of 300
Montana of 300
Gas mask
Breathe, bitch
[Verse 1: 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 I'ma 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 wearin' 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 'less I take his life and don't leave him with shit
What you know about 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 out 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
It's holy suicide like the Holy Quran
Your bitch eyin' me, that ho in a trance
Better get a leash 'fore she go on command
If we in the sheets, then she gon' know the clan
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
G-O-D with me and so is these bands
FGE in and we so in demand
Yeah
Coming from the soul like old boots
Nigga, I'm a vet like old troops
This shit is accustomed like an 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 police
Gotta watch for the snake eyes without rolling no dice
They hate when you gettin' it and pimpin' and bitch, I'm so Dolomite
But I'm known to leave a bitch froze, Disney on Ice
(Charisma)
Yeah
TO3
Talley of 300
Montana of 300
Gas mask
Breathe, bitch
[Verse 1: 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 I'ma 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 wearin' 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 'less I take his life and don't leave him with shit
What you know about 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 out 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
It's holy suicide like the Holy Quran
Your bitch eyin' me, that ho in a trance
Better get a leash 'fore she go on command
If we in the sheets, then she gon' know the clan
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
G-O-D with me and so is these bands
FGE in and we so in demand
Yeah
Coming from the soul like old boots
Nigga, I'm a vet like old troops
This shit is accustomed like an 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 police
Gotta watch for the snake eyes without rolling no dice
They hate when you gettin' it and pimpin' and bitch, I'm so Dolomite
But I'm known to leave a bitch froze, Disney on Ice
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