Monster

[Chorus 1: Bump J] You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom) Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah) And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off So miss me with the gossip Catch us outside, we boss 'em You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom) Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah) And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off So miss me with the gossip Catch us outside, we boss 'em [Verse 1: Bump J] Yeah, yeah (Muder stuff) Made a hundred thousand in public housin' This place ain't Erica's The court got a shortage in the money counter (Blood money) I ain't sayin' shit to you 'til you get my lawyer down here (Fucked up) Drum on the .6, Oricas, we in war around here (Bah, bah) Buy me time, feds snatch you niggas out of encore (Free the guys) We ain't come to talk, what the fuck you think about guns and gore? Clappin' at you like I want a encore (Want a encore) Mad ass scratch, now I chop you down like a lawnmower Them bricks get shipped up, taped with the bubble wrap (Better know that) And imma hammer on the fish scale, we'll double that (Stain, stain) Them nickel bags gon' stuff 'em (Doin' numbers) The bitch nigga was gon' headshot him like, "Bah!" [Chorus 2: Montana of 300 & Bo Deal] If you got the heat up then you better reach up Bro, he got me on the hook, this not a feature Time to beast up in the streets, you scared of creatures I got, monsters If they got you trippin', I can never be you When I'm on the block, a nigga never see you They gon' run up on you with the Desert Eagle I know, monsters But shots like laser tag And you was all up in they face, and brag And now they're ready to murder you like a feind when they chase the dragon And I'm killin' them, monsters Got the thumper on 'em, can you tell that? OG on 'em can you smell that? Pull up on 'em in the Hellcat Monsters (Look) [Verse 2: Bo Deal & Montana of 300] Got a baby .9 in my right pocket (Yeah) But I ain't gotta ride, my youngins slide like ice hockey (Uh-huh) Gotta break a D, and the color brown just like Fox (Ya dig?) Them shortys with me, gon' heat a nigga, it's like coffee Nigga, you ain't never seen me on Twitter beefin' (Nah) My nerves bad, so that'll lead to a nigga leakin' (Facts) My pockets decent, niggas know that I'm sellin' pieces (Uh-huh) Your dough right, I deliver to you like a stack of pizzas (Facts) Money comin' so them dumpers on us Lot of niggas talkin', they don't really want it (Right) See a lick, and were quick to hit it Like motherfuckers, got bumpers on us (Woo) Slide outside the bandos (Skrrt), then we're dumpin' on 'em (Blah) Rolled up, got a [?] niggas breakin' when we hit the corner Monsters [Chorus 2: Montana of 300] If you got the heat up then you better reach up Bro, he got me on the hook, this not a feature Time to beast up in the streets, you scared of creatures I got, monsters If they got you trippin', I can never be you When I'm on the block, a nigga never see you They gon' run up on you with the Desert Eagle I know, monsters But shots like laser tag And you was all up in they face, and brag And now they're ready to murder you like a feind when they chase the dragon And I'm killin' them, monsters Got the thumper on 'em, can you tell that? OG on 'em can you smell that? Pull up on 'em in the Hellcat [Verse 3: Lil Durk] Young, young nigga Keep a gun with him Keep a drum with him Can't do nun' with him You in front line, in the slums with him You get ran over if you don't run with him Gucci, Louis, Prada Runnin' through these dollars We was just some toddlers Runnin' through the projects Needin' all my partners Runnin' through the product All we do is profit All we do deposit Blood money for these big faces Got blood on him, thirsty, I need somethin' Knock a redbone Ski-mask and my gloves on, finna rob some' We win it, we win it, we up The team 'bout to dub some' Blowin' out for the buzz comin' You's a duck, I go duck huntin' FN Five-seven, slug some' Shorty, I love the head I damn near love it like I love money Cross me, I will send them boys to hunt you Trust me, you will not enjoy your summer Chase you down with that kickstand Better pray to god that that bitch jam Chop you down then i switch hands Big ol' nigga with some big bands Chief [Chorus 2: Montana of 300] If you got the heat up then you better reach up Bro, he got me on the hook, this not a feature Time to beast up in the streets, you scared of creatures I got, monsters If they got you trippin', I can never be you When I'm on the block, a nigga never see you They gon' run up on you with the Desert Eagle I know, monsters But shots like laser tag And you was all up in they face, and brag And now they're ready to murder you like a feind when they chase the dragon And I'm killin' them, monsters Got the thumper on 'em, can you tell that? OG on 'em can you smell that? Pull up on 'em in the Hellcat