Talley Of 300 - Nothing New lyrics

Published

0 224 0

Talley Of 300 - Nothing New lyrics

[Hook] Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These b**hes wanna choose This ain't nothin' new f** n***as hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new Ay Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These b**hes wanna choose This ain't nothin' new f** n***as hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new [Verse 1: Talley of 300] I get money and b**hes so I'm riding lowkey Case I get in a jam I'm never riding on it, keep that fire on me Now run while you can b**hes gon' know the squad, we going hard Swearing they love it Well hope they bout money like giving it to me And when it come to bread I like cuttin' See I keep it pimpin' you hear me? These b**hes gon' choose, gon' do what they do But I'm bout that business my n***a I'm making these moves I'm paying these dues While these f** n***as sneakdiss then them shells hit 'em And whoever dwell with 'em They out on display, the truth is they all wanna hate I send 'em to hell with 'em Anyway b**h FGE on the rise These streets won't deny Thank God for my hittas, shout out to my squad They with me til' I die See we just 'bout gettin' and gettin' and hustlin' and stackin' Never know what can happen we pimpin', we mackin' We see how these b**hes be acting, these haters can't stand no reaction But that's what it do when you been fly b**h we flew-ish Straight to that money don't know what you doing but the haters amusing See you looking flagrant but don't do it My billions let's move it Man why you strapped up I'ma shoot you up like you was using and back to that loot b**h This ain't nothin' new [Hook] Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These b**hes wanna choose This ain't nothin' new f** n***as hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new Ay Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These b**hes wanna choose This ain't nothin' new f** n***as hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new [Verse 2: Montana of 300] Been the best out my city b**h I been on my grizzy All the hoes wanna pick me They wanna get busy I know they can't roll if they iffy I f** and get s**ed like a hickey I hope God forgive me for putting a body on my semi Lord knows I ain't right like I'm Drizzy So f** n***a miss me Montana ain't shy with that Glizzy Then lay n***as down that done diss me Don't think I'm too busy Get your a** shot like Nicki Been riding around with big poppers like Diddy And it spit faster than Bizzy I slide then I bust then be gone in a jiffy b**hes we call that a quickie Try to run if you want Imma do 'em like Ricky Put one in his back like he Penny Get turned to a pack of that sticky You know I'm the man I'll turn your b**h to a fan You know that I can I stay fly I won't land 450 for my pants Just to stuff 'em with bands Got dough like a buscuit came out of that can Then I got straight to them grams Don't got no time for playin' Heat on me like a tan So f** is you sayin'? I'm gon' blow like a fan Load this b**h then go blam And that's on my soul If the opps wanna roll You get popped like a Xan Leave you right where you stand I'm the truth I flex like Rick Rude I keep that pistol on me, glued I stay with that tool sh** ain't new [Outro} Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These b**hes wanna choose This ain't nothin' new f** n***as hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new