Gifted

Christian Ficken

I can make a bag quick, I'm too gifted I don't fuck with these boys, I'm too different
And I don't fuck with these hoes, they be trippin' You will never ever catch me slippin
Watch what you say now, I ain't jokin' Big Glock in my draws, stick pokin
And we smokin' on exotic, this potent And we smokin' on exotic, this potent
I can make a bag quick, I'm too gifted I don't fuck with these boys, I'm too different
And I don't fuck with these hoes, they be trippin' You will never ever catch me slippin
Watch what you say now, I ain't jokin' Big Glock in my draws, stick pokin
And we smokin' on exotic, this potent And we smokin' on exotic, this potent
This is so potent, Wokeesha inside of this potion We movin', we gettin' in motion
Whole gang rockin' blue like the ocean We rollin' my window, got no tint
Zip lock so tha ZaZa got no scent
I'm the king of my city, you know it I'm the king of my city, you know it
Ski mask when I'm Slidin through Vegas Big ice on my neck, come and take it
How they claim that they love me, they fakin' I remember back when we was takin
I remember back when we had no bread I remember the hoes gave me no head
Used to sleep on the floor aint have no bed Now I'm up ina Foreign it's so wet
I be on go-go Drink got me movin' in slow-mo
And I'm feelin' right off the Zaza She love how I'm hittin' my cha-cha
First night took her back to Mi casa New blicky do magic like ta-da
Lil' bro hittin' right in his mata No NLE, I keep a choppa
I can make a bag quick, I'm too gifted I don't fuck with these boys, I'm too different
And I don't fuck with these hoes, they be trippin' You'll never ever catch me slippin
Watch what you say now, I ain't jokin' Big Glock in my drawers, stick-pokin
And we smokin' on exotic, this potent And we smokin' on exotic, this potent
Smokin' top shelf is the best And my bitch is so bad in the rest
She stay by my side, she down for the slide Shorty from Cali, she throw up the West
I'm from the Jerz, we play with them birds My team full of shooters, your team full of nerds
My stomach on Fuego from all of these perks I know I'ma make it, been gifted since birth
It's a shame I gotta ride with my heat out If I see them blue lights and I speed out
Lil' bro, he a Sav let, you bleed out They didn't believe but they see now
Your bitch wanna be on my team now My pockets, they filled up with green now
Upgraded the Glock, got a beam now They didn't believe but they see now
I am so different, I am so gifted, I am so drippin
Bitch it's Montez I stay in my bag If I call up your bitch, she gon' Missin
Now can you see me? Shout out aunt DD, told her I'd be on the TV
I knew I would make it, stop with the fakin if you got a dream, go and take it
I can make a bag quick, I'm too gifted I don't fuck with these boys, I'm too different
And I don't fuck with these hoes, they be trippin' You will never ever catch me slippin
Watch what you say now, I ain't jokin' Big Glock in my drawers, stick-pokin
And we smokin' on exotic, this potent And we smokin' on exotic, this potent
I can make a bag quick, I'm too gifted I don't fuck with these boys, I'm too different
And I don't fuck with these hoes, they be trippin' You will never ever catch me slippin
Watch what you say now, I ain't jokin' Big Glock in my drawers, click-pokin
And we smokin' on exotic, this potent And we smokin' on exotic, this potent

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Who composed the song “Gifted” by Montez?
The song “Gifted” by Montez was composed by Christian Ficken.

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