Panda (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Montana Of 300

FGE shit 

Fire in the Church 

And all that 

May 20th 

This why they call me the fuckin' rap god, man 

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' shit, candid 

The clip's in a shape like banana 

He got only one watch in his grammar 

Bitch 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' ass lyin' 

In a hole, you get buried like Sanders 

Oh, I could black both of your eyes 

Leave your bitch ass lookin' like a panda 

I get green like the hulk, no Atlanta 

Right after they check out my lines like a scanner 

Got your bitch 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 pussy pink like she fight cancer 

I let that bitch give me top on the camera 

Went down south from me like Alabama 

I came and I made that bitch step like the gamma 

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It's too fuckin' easy! 

Get off me! 

I'm just getting warmed up in this mothafucka' 

Wooh! 

Wooh! 

Wooh! 

Wooh! 

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 nigga 

Old broke ass, pockets hurtin', nigga 

Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman nigga 

I discourage niggas, then dirt a nigga 

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 nigga 

Get rappers' head like a turban, nigga 

Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace, nigga 

If I wave it at em like a current, nigga 

Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga 

With his magazine from this ratchet scene 

Ain't no calories, I'll burn a nigga 

Put yo' greasy ass in a fuckin' box 

That's churches, nigga, I done murdered niggas 

If i'm lyin', then God can come strike me down 

When I come up they gon' invite me out 

Stay online talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out 

Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike town 

And these bitches, 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, fuck 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 fuckin' games 

You a goofy, a buford from the fuckin' lame 

You wanna ride on my dick for some fuckin' fame 

Get sent out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame 

Even you know you not in my fuckin' lane 

I pulled up on you niggas like Birdman 

And you know not to play with my fuckin' name 

I know God gon' be real disappointed in me 

If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin' brains 

Do yo' pussy ass like I did What's-His-Name 

Take his ass out the fuckin' game 

You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz 

You ain't hard, nigga you a fake Woody 

Cook his soft ass 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 shit that you haven't seen 

You gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicks 

Someone go get this pussy 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 passed 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 

Bitch I got a whole buncha' lotta' shit 

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' shit 

I thank God that I don't owe nobody shit 

Flow with an old soul like a moccasin 

Go tell 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's shit 

I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it 

You irrelevant, you talk a lotta shit 

You should write a book called "How to Ride a Dick" 

Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer shit 

Bitches 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' shit 

Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' shit 

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Montana, I'm the Rap God 

Them bars cold, every line hot 

Fire in the Church, sorry for the wait 

Had to put the panda in a pine box 

Squad!