(Whoa)
Wow, wow
You dun know, it's Mega Montana, hold tight Mario
(Whoa) bought this time off street
You know we got the whips, the chicks, the bits, you dun know
Mm, that flip
Some move food in the bits like (Whoa)
Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips
Reloading clips like (Whoa)
Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit
Got whips and kicks like (Whoa)
On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer
R6 gonna flip like (Whoa)
How cold I've got that
Number one agent Mega double-O
I've got a gutter flow
f*ck, don't ever stop like [?] boats
I move [?] loads
And there ain't [?]
And there's no for your nose
Spit may heat, burn up your oven so
Just maybe the next one to hit the roads
With the album, mix CD or something
I gotta attach [?]
Phone line's popping, I'm dotting
Get back onto robbing
Everybody's nodding to my new step
Always in them new kreps
Big tent, get hit, dropped like [?]
I didn't say I was the best
But the best couldn't come and push off of these steps
f*ck no, they couldn't come and try on these kreps
Me and my gang, we tend to get respect
Some move food in the bits like (Whoa)
Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips
Reloading clips like (Whoa)
Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit
Got whips and kicks like (Whoa)
On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer
R6 gonna flip like (Whoa)
How cold I've got that
Montana, I'm back on a track
I was out, pushing impacts to up my stacks
Had to cut a couple of cats to show they're wack
So you know I'm a shark, I attack
Hard like crack
Hold the map, agent is back
Mario soon land road, then it's a wrap
Got the game back, still the same lad
Agent spit hit like Baghdad
Street ting, carry heat like Baghdad
Cook the beef like grand dad
Grab the mic out your hand like handbag
That's how we do it around here blud
Standard, they said I'm mad
The way I punch up the track, they say I'm bad
Not on a Michael ting blud, that's sad
[Chorus] x2
Some move food in the bits like (Whoa)
Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips
Reloading clips like (Whoa)
Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit
Got whips and kicks like (Whoa)
On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer
R6 gonna flip like (Whoa)
How cold I've got that
Jeans sagging
Them chicks say they love my swagging
Agent's the one I'm biking
Street talk, I hear a lot of yapping
Jeans sagging
Them chicks say they love my swagging
Agent's the one I'm biking
Industry [?] have a lot of yapping
I'm everywhere like leaflets
But you can keep it
You don't know me, so let's just keep it music
You don't wanna see me lose it
See my street gang lose it
And if we run up on your music
Mouth, don't move it
MAC-10, shoot it
Don't make me prove it
I'm on this new shit
Reload, new click
My key moving
Don't make me prove it
Some move food in the bits like (Whoa)
Hand on the sticks by the hips and the whips
Reloading clips like (Whoa)
Get a bitch that's flipping the purest shit
Got whips and kicks like (Whoa)
On streets, chatting shit's been ticked since summer
R6 gonna flip like (Whoa)
How cold I've got that
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
