Chords for Montana Of 300 - Don't Trick Off [Prod. By Snow God]

[Cm] _ OMG, it's [Ab] Galaxy. _ _ _
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[Cm] Is that Snow God?
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[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm a shit hater, pissed, [Ab] [Fm] rap God and his bitch
[Cm] I'm on top, haters watch, I know [Fm] hella niggas sick
[Cm] Ain't no doubt, I got clout, been had [Fm] bitches on my dick
[Cm] Fuckin' bodies, catchin' bodies, [Fm] I was really with the [Cm] shit
I met your bitch, slide in my whip, she [Ab] put my tuba [Cm] in her lips
And I promise I don't smoke, but I'm gettin' blue [Ab] behind the ten
[Cm] When I cut, she think she dreamin', Freddie Krueger
And this bitch, I do got chips
But these hoes don't get [Bb] no [F] mulat from a [Cm] pen
Been with my bro, sellin' hoes off on the drove
Drivin' on my roll, we was gettin' that mud a load
Now I see lots of mulat off these [G] bitches and these [Cm] shoals
I got bands, I got dope, but I don't check off with these hoes
Been with my bro, sellin' [Fm] hoes off on the drive
[Cm] Drivin' on my roll, we was [Fm] gettin' that mud a [Cm] load
Now I see lots of mulat [Ab] off these [Fm] bitches and these shoals
[Cm] I got bands, I got [F] dough, but I don't trick hard with these hoes
Way before [Cm] this rap, [Ab] I was getting it out the trap
[Cm] Pushing packs and buying [Ab] shacks, play with my money and get whack
I [Cm] spit facts, I don't act, [Ab] bitch I been around my dough, they [Cm] used to ask
How [Eb] much my dro now [Ab] is how much you charge to [Eb] show
[Cm] I had no job, [Ab] I was getting it out the mud, [Cm] hit my plug
Pray to God I don't get caught [Ab] with the [Eb] blood
I [Cm] was doing it for my squad, [Ab] I was doing it for my blood
[Cm] Trying to bubble like some suds, me my pistol and a drug
I'm the curry with the clock and [Ab] if I [Fm] lurk you don't get popped
[Cm] Had to murk a couple of [Ab] opps while I was working to the top
These [Cm] bitches thirsty cause I'm hot, won't fill your purse [Fm] up with no guava
Bitch you [Cm] ain't worth for what I got and [Bb] you ain't make these verses hot
[Cm] I'm still trapping with my bull, [Fm] selling hoes off out the dro
[Cm] Driving on the road, we was getting there for the hoes
Now I see lots a move off these bitches and these hoes
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick up with these hoes
Trapping with my bull, selling hoes off out [Fm] the dro
[Cm] Driving on the road, we was getting there for the hoes
Now I see lots a move off these bitches and these hoes
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick up with [F] these [Cm] hoes
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