North Of Montana Freestyle Lyrics – Fabolous

Read the full North Of Montana Freestyle lyrics by Fabolous along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fabolous’s music, you can also explore WYFL Freestyle – Brooklyn Badness, another song by Fabolous.

Oh, Oh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

I’m At The Ranch Sipping Mud, N!gga
No Matter Where I Go, I Represent The Hood, N!ggas
Yeah, I Said Big Boobs For The Big Steppers
Represento For The Big Rappers
Like To Gamble, We Big Bettas
Not The Little One, I Like Big Better

My Craft Bring Me Big Cheddar
That Real Cheese, That Big Fetta
Bad B!tch Taking Eye Exams In His LV
Got The Big Letters, These VVS Like Big Letters
These Vs Like Big Letters

Truth Is, When Y’all Rap It’s Been
All Capped Like Big Letters
I’m Big Skepta, Pulling On These Lil’ Celebis
Acting Like They Big Cake
Found Out N!ggas Was Lil’ Debbie
My Dallas B!tch Named Big Debbie
I Call Her, She Big Ready
Know You Said You Was Independent
Yo Bad Ass Don’t Get Webby

Your Ass Soft, It’s A Big Teddy
Catch A Sound Like You Big Petty
Know That S*it Big Ready
I Drink You From A Big Yeti
Yea Trey Call Me Fat Five
I’m Top Five, Give A Six-letter
My B!tch Told Me Keep Balling On ’em
No Timeouts Like Chris Webber

I’m A Long Way From The Projects

Lil Jon, Jon and Miss Deborah
N!ggas Want Me To Fall Off
But I’m A Big Stepper, Not A Misstepper

S*it Hit Hard, Julius Pepper
And I Get Sacks Like A Linebacker
Real N!gga That’s Really Up
Gon’ Fill You Up Like A Contractor

You Don’t Know, Then You Know Now
When It Goes Down For A Slowdown
Be A Showdown If We Throw Down
Still G’s Up At The Hoedown
(Upside)

Uh, Yellow Stones In My Chain Like I’m John Dutton
Yellow Bone On My Line, Tryna Get On Something
Thoroughbred Come Through And She Be Long Strutting
Automatic Turn On, I Push That On Button

Told Her, Tore Me Up And Never Turn Me Down
I Tell Her Ass To Giddy Up And Then She Turn It ’round
I Told Her My Can Show No Love, Gotta Earn It Now
As Far As 5-5, No, I Can’t, I Burned It Down

Know I’m From The City That Keep Pistols Like The Cowboys
Players Never Sweat The Lil’ S*it, That’s For The Towboys
You Keep It A Hundred, But She Want A Hundred Thou’, Boy
Bring Her Easy, Talking ’round The Snipers, You’s A Wild Boy

N!gga, This The Wild, Wild East
These Is Some 5-5 Streets
They Got Switches Out Here
Don’t Bring No Pow-Pow Peace
End Up A Wild Style Piece
End Up A Murder On The Wall

I Seen Some Live N!ggas Die
I Seen Some Thorough N!ggas Fall
I Keep Some Money In The Safe
I Keep Some Bird In A Wall
I Keep Some Tucked In A Cut
I Keep Some Thorough In A Stall
I Keep Yeah