Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Last Dance , by - Montana of 300. Release date: 05.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Last Dance |
| Niggas actin' like I ain’t Mike in this bitch |
| Way way way way way ahead of the game |
| Untouchable |
| Go watch how I blitz for my brothers |
| Every once and while niggas start shit |
| They say they want Montana from chiraq, well then fuck it lets give em that |
| hard shit |
| All black when I gear up no parking |
| Like a crutch the stick under my armpit |
| I keep something on deck like a card trick |
| Tell da opps come and C like its charlotte |
| You see me in da hood, grippin that metal, ain’t no jumper cables I spark shit |
| I’ll put holes in the cart that he pushing and turn it to red he ain’t shoppin |
| at target |
| Check him out take his ass off the market |
| No paint job when I spray and his car flip |
| Niggas thought they was cool, till I turned up and blew got da airing dat whip |
| like the car vent |
| Threw up blood in his whip like he gangbang, threw up blood in his whip call it |
| carsick |
| Like mechanics I come wit them tools, made him pay like he needed his car fixed |
| Do you dirty in traffic, or you’ll see this savage inside of your house or |
| apartment |
| No Nintendo I’m blowing that cartridge |
| That ain’t cranberry sauce on his carpet |
| From the beats to the streets ain’t no freudin shit |
| I don’t change in the booth I ain’t claw-ken |
| I’m Mike Jordan you niggas can’t guard this |
| I spit crack I might be on the narcs list |
| Bitch I been on my grind, I’m who they will come find just to light up that |
| green like a garden |
| While you niggas was broke, I was movin that dro, had the plug on the phone |
| like its charger |
| You going need guns, a shield and a sword |
| Rambo Judah plus Jesus Christ and the lord |
| Way more heat than Miami don’t play wit my family, cause if I can’t find you |
| I’m whackin yours |
| 50 up in my clip light him up like a stick |
| Give it to him I do not mean pass the torch |
| What the fuck would you question my savage for |
| I’m wit the bull like a matador |
| This ain’t tennis I’m not wit the back and forth |
| Botch I’m known to throw down like I’m Crashing Bores |
| Had his homies surprised once the fuck nigga die, they can tell he was cappin |
| like baggy shorts |
| Wear a vest when I shot, blow this bitch like flute you’ll think I’m trying to |
| summon Dragon Zord |
| I’m like Zach in all black, you’ll be covered in red, quick as Jason can yell |
| out tyrannosaurus |
| Then go hop in shit that you can’t afford |
| I’m saucin, ya bitch wanna taste a nigga |
| They say tony don’t go because wit out ya flow the games gonna die dehydration |
| nigga |
| I go hard for that paper so cut it out |
| Got da game in my hand like rock, paper, scissors |
| Ya favorite rapper so basic nigga, benefit off watching me babysitter |
| I breath life in da game, dis ain’t saga nigga, once they cop, they in shock |
| like they tase a nigga |
| My heart is cold it ain’t safe for niggas |
| Hell or haven going have to make space for niggas |
| Once I take this botch out like we datin nigga |
| I’m going dump I do not mean break up wit her |
| Up this mac in face of hatin nigga, put da clip to his temple no taper nigga |
| Shots flippin like they sensi was splinter, make em sleep in a week it’s a wait |
| for niggas |
| Blew like magic, she kill fa me lakers center |
| Don’t play games where I’m from this ain’t Vagas nigga |
| Valet drivers steering while we load da weapons |
| On my way, they don’t know they so close to heaven |
| Like a blunt I roll up everyone in this bitch, takin hits you going think it’s |
| a smoking session |
| I ain’t no kappa you know we steppin, walk the same when ain’t none of my |
| solders present |
| This rapper keep a mac never no protection, she always on my dick but ain’t no |
| obsession |
| Handle and chrome, red light on that bitch like da camera was on |
| Kicked in some doors I done ran in some homes |
| Then let that bitch like don’t answer the phone |
| Momma off crack, tell me go in the back |
| Fist balled like Thanos a hand full of stones |
| Felt like she wasn’t on the planet I’m on |
| See parents get money but managed it wrong |
| Age 17 I jumped off of da porch, I started off wit a half of a zone |
| Once I ran it up I was trafficking drugs |
| Call junk in da trunk you know pam and Jarome |
| Tony played in his pin while I packaged pounds |
| Tryna grind so my kids never have to frown |
| 40 Cal I made sure I kept that around |
| So they can’t say they didn’t have they dad around |
| I was not lackin then, I ain’t lackin now |
| Bitch I move like da minister, pat him down |
| I go hard in da paint, never backin down |
| Wit this rap shit I snap like a crocodile |
| Wit the pen he wise, but don’t think that mean I won’t wack a clow |
| Imma roll up and then smoke him, 40 blow buddy down like a pack a loud |
| I’m bussin dis bitch like her tubes tied, or like she told me she can’t have a |
| child |
| Message to all his friends, don’t act tough for pretend, or its poppin again |
| like its back in style |
| You betta dip lower my shooters going pull up and put a hole in ya cap and gown |
| I light up your block and come back around wit two rockets I call em T-Mac and |
| Yao |
| Play my cards and I run wit a bad hand, bitch I rap like every day my last |
| chance |
| When I’m gone they going say I’m bad man, bitch I been on my bullshit da last |
| dance |