Minimal Effort – 7ru7h

Who do you think you’re fucking with man?
I’m Tony Montana!
You fuck with me, you fuckin’ with the best!

You fuckin’ with the best
Put the pressure on ’em I don’t even gotta flex
Step up in the buildin’, motherfuckers get impressed
Got a high IQ, and an Uzi come and test
Melodies and rap, ain’t no matter I’m the best
When I sing make your ho wanna go and have sex
Talk a lot of shit ’till I get ’em in the booth
And they freeze, can’t speak, like they all got strapped, goddamn
You rock a chain and a watch for the clout
Savin’ my money ’cause that’s what I’m ’bout
Who am I kidding? Got different accounts
I’m Tony Montana I’m buggin’ you down
You just want a hand out, fuck that (No)
Spendin’ too much money gotta cut back
Oh you want smoke bitch? I love that
Click record and hear the gun, krrra krrra

Whoa, callin’ my phone
Whoa, bitch, leave me alone
God, damn, callin’ my phone
God, damn, leave me alone
Whoa whoa, callin’ my phone
God, damn, leave me alone
Callin’ my phone
Woah, bitch, leave me alone

No stress on me
I keep a bad bitch with me and I do it with ease
I keep a whole mob with me like I play for a team
And they’ll shoot first if you start to fuckin’ with me
I got the Gucci, Louis, Prada when I step on the scene
Oh you big mad, quick somebody caught him astray
I was down, ain’t nobody wanna call me the link
And now I’m up, everybody wantin’ something from me
But now I’m gone
Big win and get a ring ho
So much now they callin’ me a cheat code
Might slide to the party with a freak ho
Scratch that, slide and make your own bitch deep throat
This ain’t even on my best shit
Prolly make you motherfuckers hit the exit
Just know I’m comin’ for the rest bitch
Wait, just wait for my next shit

Whoa, callin’ my phone
Whoa, bitch, leave me alone
God, damn, callin’ my phone
God, damn, leave me alone
Whoa whoa, callin’ my phone
God, damn, leave me alone
Callin’ my phone
Whoa, bitch, leave me alone
Beat it lil bitch