Lyrics
Wow, uh-huh
Wow, wow, look
Turn me up, ok, wow
Rappers tryna catch up, I'm tryna hit the throttle
Came up around so much snow, I had to get the goggles
Now some bitches in my crib, they're playing spin the bottle
And all my pendants white and frozen like Mitch McConnell
I know you didn't wanna see me hitting different models
Mystery, why you chose misery? (I didn't follow, huh?)
You used to be my friend, you had to switch your vibe through
Could barely tell that you were sleeping like you was missing tonsils
Catch me putting pink shit up a bitch's nostril
They say I laugh a lot, it's sorta like a hit the lotto (well)
I'm probably adored by some of the women y'all know
A modern classic, I make music for aficionados
Didn't need a co-sign from any other guy through (no, I did'nt)
Prada wallet parmigiano like the thickest novel
One of the illest with the lines, don't ever hit my line though (nah)
Unless you like being in a bind, you turn to a gelato
All my shit colossal turn ya strip to fossils
Split you open like a taco in ya bitch Murano
You was hoping for my demise, no surprise, yeah, I know
I know the average person dies, but realize that I don't
I know, I know, I know
Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
It's Montego forever, it's Montego forever
It's Montego forever, it's Montego forever
Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
It's Montego forever, it's Montego forever
Nobody gonna own me, you know what I'm saying?
Don't ever get that fuck up
I used've fucking around with it, doing great
New coupe all black lke the Nazi Ye
Step outside the booth, I don't got a lot to say
I used to rock a Movado, making modest pay
Now it's a bunch of rocks in the model with the chocolate face
Thinking shit sweet, you should probably contemplate
I burst more than rhymes, so just pass the Courvoisier
Bruce Bogtrotter, I need a lots of cake (I need a lots of cake)
CRIMEAPPLE release date, that's a holiday (whoa)
Now you wanna come around the way, tryna ride the wave
Thankfully, I see a lame from a mile away
The streets wasn't kind, I had to find a way
Nowadays, I be smoking green where the iguana stay
In Medellín for a month, that's how I'ma play
While y'all was tripping off of blunts, where your mama stay
I had to plan to get this all, now it's time and place
To see me at a ranch, riding horses, yelling, "Hondale"
I'm from a land where some folks got the zombie face
And them boys'll split your yolk with the totes any time of day
They talking 'bout we like a ghost, I ain't around the way
I'm 'round the world, doing the most, tryna motivate and that's forever
Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
It's Montego forever, it's Montego forever, ever, ever, ever...
It's Montego forever, it's Montego forever, ever, ever, ever...
Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
It's Montego forever, it's Montego forever, ever, ever, ever...
Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever