Chords for Montana of 300 - Holy Ghost | Dir. @DGainz

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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ Pussy nigga, if you scared to go to church with a weapon
And if you hide behind a preacher, then I'm murkin' the reverend
And if I make it to heaven, I [E] just hope I'm a stato
I fuck this shit up out of angel, like, hold on to your halo
Don't go [F#m] to church, but I [B] pray, yo, even God knows I don't play, though
Bitch, I grind every day, though, 20k was my [D] play, though
I'm on that bread, call me mayo, Rocky like this in my yayo
I done shot niggas in they shit, just call me O.J. [C#] Mayo
But it's Montana, and I'm bout to go polo up on this beat
I'll stain your ass and then go showboat with Jojo up in the streets
You want that beef?
Think it's sweet?
I'ma show your ass I'm a beast
Boy, I'm super strapped, yap, I'm like Jojo, and then with the heat
Yeah, I got [Bm] Sinead, Nicky, Lolo rollin' with me
That's who ratchet, Sinead louder than [F#m] your hoe up in the streets
She suck my dick real fast, and then she went slow-mo, yeah, she a freak
I try these bitches loco, then let them pogo up on my DS
Miss Style, [D] swag specialist, ain't a nigga [N] fresh as this
There ain't nothin' hotter than moi, just like the devil's kiss
I'm so fuckin' hot, boy, the devil better be scared of this
God flow, y'all know heaven is what my level is
[C#] Wings up in the sky, man, the sky is flyer than Pegasus
I'm all about my cheddar, it's M.O.B.,. never sweat a bitch Money over A, thank nigga, that's what I tell a bitch Jealous bitch, that money come first like a gold medalist My haters [C#m] watch my videos, though I'm they aggravation When haters see me, they always tell me, congratulations You so in love, knowin' you hate me, boy, that's fabrication I know you sick, but I'm gon' ball just like a cancer patient Couldn't hold me down, don't give a fuck if you was gravitation Learn your location and rotation, work those calculations Run in your spot to get you popped, cause I ran out of patience And cops gon' fly around these bitches like a [C#] graduation This shit's exclusive, straight up out the mental institution I beat the track up off a backup, man, this [Bm] shit's abusive Even his haters play it [G#] back, that's how you know he dope Like holy smoke, yo, Tony Slo just caught the Holy Ghost [D] My life's so dope, if I [E] continue, I might overdose Pull out my dick and tell my haters, join the [C#m] rodeo It's funny how you stay gettin' money, but always sittin' there They [A] tell me that I'm goin' to hell, I tell them I [C#] been there Woo, thirty bullets in my clip and bitch, they all anxious Twelve disciples with me, nigga, and they all gangsters Jesus, real niggas don't freeze [F#m] up And I ain't worried bout them [G#] haters, I shake em' like Caesar When that [Bm] feeling go through my body, I'm ill as Illuminati I come through with that pistol, I'm drillin', then you get [D] body I'm God when he angry, [F#] haters like you can't be Till that lightning strike and you get bodied, then they [C#] blame me Them gangs couldn't [B] hang me, narcs couldn't tame me Money doesn't change me, my talent still the [C#] same D, nigga, they call me the truth, goofy, you can see the proof I'm God's son, shorty, so don't ask me what would Jesus do [D] Say my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring them heaters through Pop out like it's peek-a-boo, thirty shots sent from me to you We on the shorty, blow that 40 like a [C#] fucking sax I get the clapping at your head, yeah, jumping jacks Then go chase clothes, then hit the road back to them fucking stacks [Bm] I'm money, hollowed in the trunk just like a [C#m] skunk in back I'm doing me and making skrillin', plus I'm paying bills Man, these dick riders never met me, yet they hating still They always blame the hottest one whenever they get killed Ah, I guess now I know how [D] Satan feel You think you holier than thou, you must be [B] fucking proud You go to church on Sundays like you really fucking down You think that God don't see your dirt, boy, you's a fucking clown You cheat on God like Mother Mary out your [E] fucking round So save your comments, motherfucker, your feedback [C#] Cause if God was a rapper, nigga, [G#] this how he'd rap Real shit I breathe at, I'm a fucking king's drop I'll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral [C#m] and sing that I got angels and demons screaming and fiending cause they feeling this Go tell Kanye this college dropout out your killing shit Go tell Jay-Z I got a blueprint for that fast money Tell Wayne and Baby that I murder for my [F#m] cash money Pull up to your [B] stoop, nigga, do it like a hoop, nigga Add them in his dick, pack, bang, watch me mute, niggas Cops ain't got a clue, nigga, three words, who did it? Laid you in that box in that sharp-ass [E] suit And I got your niggas spooked cause they see what [D#] the fuck he do But Jesus couldn't save himself and you think he gon' save you, nigga [D] Act live, flatlines, I laid them down and wet them up _ Nigga, I [B] ain't nothing new to this, it's FGE, we do this shit We be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifix I'm back on that stupid shit, shooting shit, believe [C#m] that Your religion ain't true as this, pure common sense Boy, that's the thing that you lack, just cause it's published in a book It doesn't mean it's a fact, now listen Cause man, we wasn't allowed to read on them plantations 300 years, had my people growing in pace Wanting to know what's in that Bible when they can't take it Now let me tell you about the plan of a damn racist [N] Let's teach these niggas love who hate them so they can't say shit Whoever hit you, turn your cheek so they can't face it Edit the Bible for you, show it to these L7s And it's the shit that y'all buying, our clientele [C#] sell it Your mind still is a slave, that's how they jail cell it This is America, people, I call it Hell's Heaven _ _ _ _ _ They [B] _ probably call it blasphemy But I know some Christians who throw pistols down to blasphemy _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ I [B] know y'all mad at me, they probably call it blasphemy But [N] I know some Christians who throw pistols down to blasphemy [D] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ [C#m] _
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