Montana Of 300 - Panda (Remix)

Song Rating: 8.42/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro: Montana of 300]
FGE sh**
Fire in the Church
And all that
May 20th
This why they call me the f**in rap god, man

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
Tony Mon-tana
And bro nem got blown with the blamma
I freed all the guys out the slamma
I came with that bag like Im Santa
Two straps on my hip like a Pamper
Try to check us, get popped like a Fanta
I will slide with that pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent like a camper
Dressed up in all black like a panther
Im creepin and crawlin, no tarantula
Bandana my face in a flag
Choppa singin the national anthem
Im shootin sh**, candid
The clips in a shape like banana
He got only one watch in his grammar
b**h I think Im Thor with the hammer
A.I. what I nicknamed my gun
And yo question, I stay with the answer
In the field, I will leave yo a** lyin
In a hole, you get buried like Sanders
Oh, I could black both of your eyes
Leave your b**h a** lookin like a panda
I get green like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my lines like a scanner
Got your b**h on my dick, I cant stand her
I hit now she think she all that like Amanda
Yeah, you know I ball like Evander
And she call me daddy like Im Danny Tanner
The p**y pink like she fight cancer
I let that b**h give me top on the camera
Went down south from me like Alabama
I came and I made that b**h step like the gamma

[Bridge: Montana of 300]
Its too f**in easy!
Get off me!
Im just getting warmed up in this mothaf**a

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I told her Go ahead
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I called her ConeHead
You a send-off
You be taking orders, Good Burger n***a
Old broke a**, pockets hurtin, n***a
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman n***a
I discourage n***as, then dirt a n***a
Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry with em
Thats a warrior we got with a 30 with em
Boy this aint a game, I aint through with a n***a
Get rappers head like a turban, n***a
Make em feel the heat like a furnace, n***a
If I wave it at em like a current, n***a
Then he catchin bullets, Michael Irvin, n***a
With his magazine from this ratchet scene
Aint no calories, Ill burn a n***a
Put yo greasy a** in a f**in box
Thats churches, n***a, I done murdered n***as
If im lyin, then God can come strike me down
When I come up they gon invite me out
Stay online talkin sh** till i sign em out

Had to check em, I took em to Nike town
And these b**hes, they wanna be wifey now
I just did nine shows, thats ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin, I know they dont like me now
Somebody please come and wipe me out
Im on the air no baseline
With a hoodie on like Trayvon
Ill shorten up your lifespan, I dont waste time to come take time
Black 40 singin, thats Akon
Im a real shoota, f** James Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, thats FaceTime
Back to the green, like Draymond
But see me, I dont play no f**in games
You a goofy, a buford from the f**in lame
You wanna ride on my dick for some f**in fame
Get sent out from your block, thats a f**in shame
Even you know you not in my f**in lane
I pulled up on you n***as like Birdman
And you know not to play with my f**in name
I know God gon be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya f**in brains
Do yo p**y a** like I did Whats-His-Name
Take his a** out the f**in game
You a toy boy you aint got Buzz
You aint hard, n***a you a fake Woody
Cook his soft a** like some baked cookies
Zip his body up like a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he imagining things
He aint enough cash to come clash with the king
While you boys was sleepin, I mastered yo dreams
Im swaggin, Im saucin, my fashion look clean
I come through with some sh** that you havent seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicks
Someone go get this p**y some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got that strap in my jeans
Im Abdul Jabbar, cause Im after Kareem
If he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin
Ill give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like Hakeem
Dont make me come down like the wrestler Sting
Take Ls like a knight when I slide like a bishop
Ill checkmate your king then snatch up your queen
Im bout to blow like they pa**ed me the green
Just got some new gadgets its a mac with a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I sing
Get wet with this pump when it spits gasoline
See, when it come down to them bars
b**h I got a whole buncha lotta sh**
You can pay for this knowledge with scholarships
Rap god givin hip hop its oxygen
They find it astonishing
Every line, hes been prime like he Optimus
Shine like he polished himself
Had to grind to the top
Hes been blessed, hes the best
Hes like Jordan in 96
FGE who we rockin with
Record labels mad cause he aint signin sh**
I thank God that I dont owe nobody sh**
Flow with an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell Ye that Im k**in Desiigners sh**
I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you talk a lotta sh**
You should write a book called How to Ride a Dick
Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer sh**
b**hes hope Im signin with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 inside of it
It got Mr. Miyagis karate kick
Ill blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo face like you poppin zits
With them guns and big clubs he be droppin sh**
Zip you up like a onesie, Im poppin sh**

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 04:46