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Joy Road to Camp Wisdom Lyrics[Intro: Montana 700]
(Banger)
Look, look, look
(The melody)
Louis bag filled up, walk around this bitch stuffed
Hundred thousand on me, right now, call my bluff
Run the whole city, quick to get a nigga touched
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Uh, uh

[Chorus: Montana 700 & Tee Grizzley]
Louis bag filled up, walk around this bitch stuffed
Hundred thousand on me, right now, call my bluff (Call)
We run the whole city, quick to get a nigga touched (Bitch)
Phone doin' numbers, for these lows, you gotta rush
Make it rain, off boy and 'caine, this AP cost me thirty charts
Niggas know once they come cop that girl, ain't no returnin' her (Uh-uh)
You see them two box trucks on my block, that ain't for furniture (Bags)
I be up late in the trap, my bitch thinkin' I'm curvin' her (Hol' on)

[Verse 1: Montana 700 & Tee Grizzley]
From Detroit back to Dallas, wе gon' get it on (Get it on)
Four year run, еvery month I gotta' change phones (Four years)
Really traffickin' them things got my name known (Got my name known)
Leave me with the whole load, I'ma get it gone (Get it gone)
Bitch think she bad, still wearin' the same thong (Same thong)
That paperwork came out before he came home (Before he came home)
Hundred of 'em on the way, and they all strong (Strong)
I just got back on the road, I pray I make it home (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, me and MooMoo used to share the shift, now we got carrot kicks (Moo)
Fuck that bag up, lil' bronem get up wit' you, share the hit (Brrt)
Pipeline like 700, Cali', Detroit, Maryland (Montana)
You wanna get rich, you gotta' take risks, get off that scary shit (Scratch yo' nuts)
And we fuck wit' 'za, request the box and make a hundred flop (Brick 'em)
Bitch wet at the carousel, she catch him when the luggage drop
My Muslim niggas come shop after Ramadan, I fuck wit' Akh'
Free Big Meech, I pray they don't catch me 'cause my brother hot (Woo)

[Chorus: Montana 700 & Tee Grizzley]
Louis bag filled up, walk around this bitch stuffed (Louis bag)
Hundred thousand on me, right now, call my bluff (Right now)
We run the whole city, quick to get a nigga touched (Quick)
Phone doin' numbers, for these lows, you gotta rush
Make it rain, off boy and 'caine, this AP cost me thirty charts
Niggas know once they come cop that girl, ain't no returnin' her (Uh-uh)
You see them two box trucks on my block, that ain't for furniture (Bags)
I be up late in the trap, my bitch thinkin' I'm curvin' her (Hol' on)

[Verse 3: Montana 700 & Tee Grizzley]
Phone goin' off, nigga, pockets on swole (Pockets swole)
Make it out the trap, don't forget the lingo (Lingo)
Thirty days straight, I ain't even change clothes (Thirty days)
Unc' doin' numbers, steady fuckin' up the stove
Gettin' head from this stripper, I damn near tore up the roads
'Fore we hit the main goal, don't forget to play your role
Street niggas, we built different, ice J color, it hit different
Get deep trust from my pill niggas, these Percs ain't got no fent' in 'em