Montana Of 300 - Panda (Remix) 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 I'm 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 I'm creepin' and crawlin', no tarantula Bandana my face in a flag Choppa singin' the national anthem I'm shootin' sh**, candid The clip's in a shape like banana He got only one watch in his grammar b**h I think I'm 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 can't 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 I'm 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] It's too f**in' easy! Get off me! I'm just getting warmed up in this mothaf**a' Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! [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 That's a warrior we got with a 30 with em Boy this ain't a game, I ain't 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 Ain't no calories, I'll burn a n***a Put yo' greasy a** in a f**in' box That's churches, n***a, I done murdered n***as If i'm 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, that's ninety thou(sand) I be drippin'', I know they don't like me now Somebody please come and wipe me out I'm on the air no baseline With a hoodie on like Trayvon I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time Black 40 singin', thats Akon I'm a real shoota, f** James Bond No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's FaceTime Back to the green, like Draymond Whoo! But see me, I don't 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, that's 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 What's-His-Name Take his a** out the f**in' game You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz You ain't 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 ain't enough cash to come clash with the king While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion look clean I come through with some sh** that you haven't 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 I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after Kareem If he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin' I'll give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine Boy, you just a actor that rap like Hakeem Don't make me come down like the wrestler Sting Take L's like a knight when I slide like a bishop I'll checkmate your king then snatch up your queen I'm bout to blow like they pa**ed me the green Just got some new gadgets it's 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 it's oxygen They find it astonishing Every line, he's been prime like he Optimus Shine like he polished himself Had to grind to the top He's been blessed, he's the best He's like Jordan in '96 FGE who we rockin' with Record labels mad cause he ain't signin' sh** I thank God that I don't owe nobody sh** Flow with an old soul like a moccasin Go tell 'Ye that I'm k**in Desiigner's 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 I'm signin' with my hockey stick My 40 got 30 inside of it It got Mr. Miyagi's karate kick I'll 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, I'm poppin' sh**