MontannaATM - Bail out

★ Intro ★
You'll float down here, we all float down here
(Enviyon on the mix)
Uh (Uh, uh, uh), yeah (Uh), get 'em
Brrat (Gang)

★ Chorus ★
Yeah, it's a shame they bring up my name whenever they speak of the 100s (Whenever they speak of the 100s)
All head tappers, he hit, I can get you killed, we put shit to sleep in the 100s (We put shit to sleep in the 100s)
Yeah, take 'nem wrap shit quick, hundred somethin' shots out a switch, we really be gunnin' (Get 'em)
And we apply pressure on niggas (Huh?), on CJ, if I say it's up, guarantee you
You know we gon' bail out, hit a nigga right in his grill, face shot, he can't yell out (Yeah)
Niggas be duckin' that pressure, switch on the back of the Glock, tryna find your whereabouts (Where you at?)
He steady stressin' the fact that he one of them niggas, gon' be the first nigga we stretch out (Get 'em)
Hawk shit down for real, where the fuck is you goin'? Boy, you finna check out (Huh? Huh?)

★ Verse ★
Uh, uh, I'm in my bag for real, you niggas be stressed out (Uh, uh, uh)
Givin' your opp to a bitch and she doin' dick, I don't know what that's 'bout (I don't know what that's 'bout)
I see you spoilin' that bitch, I don't give a fuck, pull up, get the best mouth (I just gotta top)
Ready to put shit down, it's mask and gloves whenever I step out (Get 'em, get 'em)
Frontline on the block like, "Nigga, what's good?" (What's good?)
Jumpin' out like I'm Greeski and Good (Like I'm Greeski and Good)
Two hundred thousand dollars all cash, ran through that lil' shit in the hood (Boy, I ran through that shit in the hood)
I'm what these lil' niggas ain't, I do shit that they wish that they could (Do shit that they wish that they could)
Steady chasin' shit down, gotta throw on a hood
Only move with them killers, get shit understood (Uh, uh, uh)
Ain't with all the talkin', my nigga, let's do it
Thinkin' like Nike, lil' nigga, just do it (Just do it)
Glock so water, my brother just blew it (Brother just blew it)
Stand Over Gang, we draw down like a doodle (We draw down like a doodle)
We tap his head and seen pasta and noodles
He never seen brains, he not really a shooter (He not really a shooter)
Run up that sack in the trap, you keep fuckin' up packs and I'm startin' to think niggas usin' (I'm startin' to think niggas usin')
He touched some work, he gon' try to abuse it (He gon' try to abuse it)
I get that package, I flip it and move it (I'ma flip it and move it)
This state to state, boy, I'm shippin' it to you
Front who with our money? I ain't givin' shit to you (Ain't givin' shit to you)
Yeah, I'm good with the drugs, but real with the music
Stop cappin', you ain't like that nigga, just cool it (Cap)
Can't hang with the gang, you niggas be brewfurd
Don't got no Bs for the block, he get booted
★ Chorus ★
Yeah, it's a shame they bring up my name whenever they speak of the 100s (Just La Salle)
All head tappers, he hit, I can get you killed, we put shit to sleep in the 100s (We lay shit down)
Yeah, take 'nem wrap shit quick, hundred somethin' shots out a switch, we really be gunnin' (Get 'em)
And we apply pressure on niggas (Huh?), on CJ, if I say it's up, guarantee you
You know we gon' bail out, hit a nigga right in his grill, face shot, he can't yell out (Baow, baow)
Niggas be duckin' that pressure, switch on the back of the Glock, tryna find your whereabouts (Brr)
He steady stressin' the fact that he one of them niggas, gon' be the first nigga we stretch out (Gon' be the first nigga we stretch out)
Hawk shit down for real, where the fuck is you goin'? Boy, you finna check out (Where the fuck is you goin', lil' nigga? Uh)

★ Outro ★
Where the fuck is you goin', lil' nigga? Uh
Tap his face, they know we gon' bail out, hit a nigga right in his head, he can't yell out