Mitch Montano - Nonstop
Yoo
How the fuck i'm gonna rap on this when i rap like this yeah the flows too wavy, crazy
Real bad ting gonna throw that shit back but she ain't my lady
I got 2 phones that's one for the plug and the other for daily
Man i'm mixing these packs and potions feelin' like Hazey
I cannot say too much but i'll say this shit vaguely
Too good with the words can you catch this like Tom Brady, alright baby quit ringing my Phone
These bitches used to like tiffany co now they tickin' up coke
I don't blame them though coz it's kinda fucked how the way things go
I'm just tryna' stay in my zone and make this name known i'm killin' all beats with a nasty Flow
I'm too smooth with it (Too smooth)
Doin this n' that i'm on the way too the booth innit
Used too flip packs i was out there abusing it
Now i'm out here tryna' make a lil groove too this
I been practicing nonstop, it's about time i prove this shit
Wanna leave all the listeners thinking who's this kid
Guess i ain't like a Nike swoosh coz i do not tick
Guess we like the Migos gang bouta Takeoff, make prof, burning the beat like Adolf
Stay on the grind this shits gonna pay off
Selling them packs had a business goin' like Asos
Bad bitch at my place in red lingerie looks like she's off Baywatch
My bars on repeat goin round and round in ya head that's a brainwash
Got a peng ting tellin' me she'll see me later
Hittin' it raw then i'm back to making paper
Gotta make sure that i thank a hater
I get shown love from so many strangers
Now shawty wanna come n' get naked
Lately i been on point like caps... but bro you never could take this
Catch this...
Crossin' out the beat no catholic
Been on my ones i've improved like drastic
Tryna make me some hits n' a fuckin' classic
This bad bitch still callin' me daddy, givin' me head in the back of a taxi
I still remember the days getting chucked in the back of a patty
Had too many packs in the car that's baggage
Man i was kicked out, living in the backseat
Just for a couple of days till the cops pulled up and chucked me in their backseat
Like scratch dat out of my life soon we gon' be living lavish
But for now imma stay on the grind n' smoke up this cabbage
Always spit something smooth i don't got no wack shit
Written by:
Mitchell Montano
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