Montagna

Yeah, brr, brr
Uh, look

I'm still at it, I'm still getting to it (I'm still at it)
Any obstacles in front of me, I'm getting through it (Machine, bitch)
Every verse you niggas spitting, this a different shootin'
Please, they gave you a gun to squeeze and you didn't do it (that shit cap)
Machine, bitch, I make different music (uh), my shit is fluid (uh)
Beat the shit out of mics, like I'm Lennox Lewis (hahaha)
I'm the truest, I checked my bank account today
That shit was looking foolish, seven figures had me drooling (ooh)

Look, y'all niggas too lazy, y'all too comfortable (uh)
You gotta go take yours, it ain't gon' come to you (you gotta go get that)
No matter how much success somebody want for you
You eat what you kill, don't let nobody hunt for you (don't let nobody get your bag)
I pulled up fashionably late, but I'm still punctual (I mean)
When you own the label, you do what the fuck you wanna do (ha)
We'll move on you and them little niggas up under you
Spend a bag, they run down, peel your top like a Lunchable

You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I know you ain't heard from a nigga in a while
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'm fashionably late, nigga, check out my style
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'ma make it hard for you niggas, I swear
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
Keep a spare homie, homie be prepared

You know how we move, boy
(You know what the fuck we got on us, nigga)
(You know what's gon' happen to you)
You know how we move, boy
(Y'all niggas know what the fuck time it is, nigga)
(This is DrumWork shit, nigga)
You know how we move
(Y'all motherfuckin' killers, dealers, and motherfuckin' cap peelers, nigga)
You know how we move, boy
(Eastside Buffalo shit, May Block, nigga, I promise you, nigga, yeah)