Montana Of 300 – Whoopty (Remix)

Guns, ego, dreadlocks, and rap. Montana of 300 is killing the game….literally. Watch out or you will get Whoopty! You better duck when you see Montana of 300 because he is done playing and he is taking no prisoners.

Montana of 300

Incorporating various styles, Montana of 300 has carved a name for himself with his relentless flows and style. His passion is undeniable and his album “Fire in the Church” took the world by storm. Some people say he looks like 50 Cent with dreadlocks, but don’t tell that to Montana of 300. Montana of 300 doesn’t play games. His lyrics let you know that he doesn’t have time for games and he deserves to be taken VERY seriously.

Lyrics to Whoopty (Remix)

Whoopty you know it’s bout to get spooky
Rap God you know how I do beats
You know I get da snappin no QB
I stay fly I don’t walk on my two feet
I put ice on my b***h like I’m mooky
I’m big papa whenever she juicy
Yo b***h wanna dip I got blue cheese
I don’t gotta sweat her no coogi
She say she wanna give me that coochie, wanna scratch on my body like Bruce lee
Told her back dat ass up like I’m Juve
Might catch me in da vert with da uzi
Keep da stick in da car like I’m boosie
I might slick with da drake like I’m Toosie
Keep a nina on me like I’m Drew Brees
That’s self murder how n****s accused me
You better duck down when I U.P
N****s scared of for they life look you dead in yo eyes and I’m closing them b*****s no boutique
You play and you done you gonna get sung we bring out them macs for you goofys
This 30 will spray, you’ll get curried away I pull up like I’m Steph I don’t shoot 3’s
After so many shots they goin hang over and then Imma pill out like a roofie
Gotta jet on they ass no jacuzzi
I put holes in they top like a Cufie
I don’t care bout yo bro and em stop hollering foe and em, 4 and em get zipped like a Q.P
So tell yo whole cast that if they want a role then I’m shootin they ass like a movie
(Swaged out)
Before you can blink imma lash after hittin him up

They’ll be zipping him up so I guess he up in his bag now
Leave a n***a sleeping now his niggas woke
Heard the news and acted like I didn’t know
I be sonin n****s it ain’t different strokes
Punchin on da mic I ain’t Riddick Bowe
I be making money off of spittin crack every time I rap it’s like I’m dealing dope
Way before the rappin I was gettin’ dope green And purple buds look like piccolo
If it don’t make Dollars then It don’t make sense got a N with da green like kuhbreenee
Use to stuff so much green I’m my Louie and Gucci s**t they should of called me Luigi
Man it’s only right that I murder these rappers grew up listening to Lil weezy
All of these famous rappers got trapped like a trick, now they tryin to get out like Houdini
Had his b***h on my tip when she seen me
She going do as I wish like a genie
I’m da n**** his b**** wanna please me
I ain’t worried bout her man he peewee
Take his chick and I’m doing him greasy looking fa me he better be Stevie, bust a cap at his top like a Bennie
All my artist going spray no graffiti
You must of been drinking, do not get it twisted
My Nina blue top like a fiji
I don’t run to da net I keep one inna neck I put two inna wrapper no Reesie’s
He talking dat rah rah he must be out his māthā
La Cucaracha kick In his front door
We up in his casa, yeah you know que pasa
Choppas go blaka, we blowing on ganja
When my bullets fly n****s die like la bamba, we x him out then we bounce like wakanda

(Talking dat rah rah he must be out his māthā
La Cucaracha kick In his front door
We up in his casa, yeah you know que pasa
Choppas go blaka, we blowing on ganja
When my bullets fly niggas die like la bamba we x him out then we bounce like wakanda)

(Talking dat rah rah he must be out his māthā
La Cucaracha kick In his front door we up in his casa, yeah you know que pasa
Talking dat rah rah he must be out his māthā
La Cucaracha kick In his front door no arriba la raza rap Allahu Akbar)