Beat Ya Feet

[Intro: Jay Montana]
Yeah, ten
Won't love me, huh

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
If I kill, you know I will, a couple pills to set my mood
I know mom did all she can, we ain't have bands, but we kept food
Before this ice, we gon' shoot dice, just me and Lou, for a pair of Trues
Ho just really ain't my type, 'cause she ain't my kind, she think I'm rude
It ain't no time for you to whine, you wanna shine, go beat your feet
You the type to wait in line, I'll drop a dime, get unreleased
I'm proud of you, who proud of me?
If you got an opp, then I gotta leave
If you got a drop, then I got a whip
Bro got a clip for all your beef

[Verse 1: Jay Montana]
You won't love me 'til post you
All this lean help out my vocals
I got Lou, he keep me focused
I had June 'til you went bogus
Ayy, I'm high, but I want another pill, bro got a body, but he want another kill
I just bought two lines of Tris out of Summerhill
I'ma get all us rich, just give me another year
I buy clothes and I buy 'bows, I don't buy hoes, they fuck for free (Yeah)
I could pour the Tris up every day, to me, this shit be cheap
You're stressin', that ho won't go first night, but to me, the lil' ho sweet
I ain't vegan, I put flawless carat cut across my teeth (Yeah)
I'm proud of you, who proud of me? I made it out of poverty
You asked if I'd be here forever, I text back like, "Probably"
Really, nigga, who higher than me? I don't see nobody flyer than me (Yeah)
I might wake up and buy me a steak 'cause really, a nigga be tired of the beef (Yeah)

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
If I kill, you know I will, a couple pills to set my mood
I know mom did all she can, we ain't have bands, but we kept food
Before this ice, we gon' shoot dice, just me and Lou, for a pair of Trues
Ho just really ain't my type, 'cause she ain't my kind, she think I'm rude
It ain't no time for you to whine, you wanna shine, go beat your feet
You the type to wait in line, I'll drop a dime, get unreleased
I'm proud of you, who proud of me?
If you got an opp, then I gotta leave
If you got a drop, then I got a whip
Bro got a clip for all your beef

[Verse 2: BAK Jay]
I got some money, but I'm only twenty, so my mind still stuck in these streets
Know how it feel to lose your dog, so wherever I'm at, gotta keep that heat
Brand-new whip, the lil' trap SRT
Smoke zips, get high just to help me sleep
Just wasn't part of the plain, but shit had happened, I was stuck in that can for weeks
Took my love and ran, just understand, my heart get cold
Fuck that lovin', my bands, they thick, I'll forever be lit, I don't need the bitch
I put a P and a P and a P and a P in the trap, that bitch got yeah
I swear to God that shit annoyin', hit from the back, tell her keep recordin'
I just met this one ho last night, I'll make the bitch fall in love by the mornin'
You gotta watch her 'cause all of 'em goin'
A hundred-somethin' racks, spent that on my arm
I be like, "Bae, gotta know I'ma smack"
Tell her pray I make it home
My brother forever good with me
Get killed 'bout him, that's set in stone

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
If I kill, you know I will, a couple pills to set my mood
I know mom did all she can, we ain't have bands, but we kept food
Before this ice, we gon' shoot dice, just me and Lou, for a pair of Trues
Ho just really ain't my type, 'cause she ain't my kind, she think I'm rude
It ain't no time for you to whine, you wanna shine, go beat your feet
You the type to wait in line, I'll drop a dime, get unreleased
I'm proud of you, who proud of me?
If you got an opp, then I gotta leave
If you got a drop, then I got a whip
Bro got a clip for all your beef (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: BAK Jay]
The lil' trap SRT