Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Dance, artist - Montana of 300.
Date of issue: 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 |