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montana of 300 - trap queen (remix) lyrics

[intro – jalyn sanders]

[verse 1 – montana of 300]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, h-llo”
mr 40 bang kicking n-ggas d-mn door
up this b-tch on everybody hit the d-mn floor
if you love your life you better let them bands go
i was out here tryna get it being broke i can’t go
i ain’t never lacking i stay with the d-mn pole
30 and this 40 i feel like i’m rambo
they know i’ve got bodies they don’t want no d-mn smoke
i used whip the chevy sitting on them d-mn 4s
we strapped up in the club pistols on the dance floor
now i’m 5k for a feature 10k for a d-mn show
started from the bottom got it off the d-mn floor
still gripping on my pistol i ain’t never lettin’ go
and i can ride with my baby
i’m just at the mall i’m getting fire with my baby yeah
and no b-tch fine as my baby
p-ssy soaking wet can’t wait to slide in my baby yeah
looked in the eyes of my baby
and told her that i love her i’d die for you baby yeah
bonnie and clyde with my baby (uh huh)
shawty down to ride, committing crimes wit my baby (hey, whats up, h-llo)
i remember back in the day when i was bagging up country
i started trapping for money now i’m rapping for money
they say i snap and go dumby it’s a wrap like a mummy
ain’t gotta mack to the honeys that comes naturally to me
and b-tch i carry glocks i done buried ops
so p-ssy come and get your cherry popped
bet i wet a n-gga like a f-cking pool
when i catch a body like belly flop
i’m poled up with bronem
count show money at the marriott
like f-ck a deal i’m already hot
i ball out no fetty wap
some might sit and wonder like “why he be on that savage sh-t”
but they don’t know the half of it
growing up not having sh-t
momma off of crack and sh-t i’m at school being bad as sh-t
in front of the projects bumping backward flips on matresses
grew older, weight on shoulders i start hustling and baggin’ zips
whole time i was trapping i was mastering this rapping sh-t
with hopes our sons would never have to hustle like their daddys did
that’s why i’m so p-ssionate
i used to imagine it
i’m so talented i got n-ggas who hate me blastin’ it
planet of the apes me and broskinem tote banana clips
my partners posing pictures with pistols call that a action fl!ck
i told ’em f-ck proving to them p-ssy n-ggas we packing sh-t
and taking pictures with theyself snitchin’ bro that’s that backwards sh-t
start whackin’ sh-t the rest’ll start vanishing like a magic trick
who better than me your hypothesis is inaccurate
so it don’t really matter your favorite rapper’s inadequate
cause once i get to snappin’ immaculate meets extravagant
i’m maximus, achilles and spartacus mixed with gannicus
invested in myself just like vending machines with shades i’m stackin’ chips
go holla at kp ‘fore i show ya broski my management
big paper in pocket ’bout to fall out
so many fans can’t even shop inside the mall now
oh b-tches see me on, oh they wanna call now
shout out my haters who keep tony d-ck in your mouth
you diss on me, me and my hitters up in your house
caught a body, took the pistols to my dog house
shawty riding for me i lay back she ride it for me
and understand that i’m the man and h-lla b-tches tryna f-ck me
even though i am a k!ller she still love me bride of chucky
and if she’s poetic justice well i guess that i am lucky
she’s my numero uno i don’t know what you b-tches think
she like me and just like me she don’t smoke and she don’t drink
she stay focused and her flow sound like a boat so we don’t sink
three hundred dollars worth of groceries got it all off of her link
head fire, p-ssy good and you know that p-ssy pink
when i slide up in that p-ssy keep me warm just like a mink
set that b-tch up on the counter f-cked her on the kitchen sink
and when i’m done she always bring me a wet towel and something to drink
and i’m like (ahh)
and she go hard for her n-gga
see shawty held me down when times was hard for a n-gga
rent me cars, crack me cards bring it all to a n-gga
if it’s a foul yo she gon’ take the charge for her n-gga
and if i p-ss the pistol she gon’ spark for her n-gga
up that iron and start sprayin’ like stars for her n-gga
bring me back another broad then menage with her n-gga
one sucking my d-ck one sucking the b-lls on a n-gga
they eat me like a shark and turn to jaws on a n-gga
let me c-m all on their faces santa claus for a n-gga
and when i’m on the road she help withdrawals for a n-gga
snapchat she make it clap i mean applause for a n-gga yeah
b-tch i got bars like a prison
these other rappers weak you better toss ’em the spinach
and i promise they can’t see me they ray charles to a n-gga
and i’m all about my commas like a pause in a sentence
so make sure it’s ’bout money when you calling a n-gga
i’m a dog on a mission, flow’s so raw and efficient
i go hard i’m consistent ain’t no fraudulent business
even haters talkin’ sh-t was all a part of my vision
i told bro get on your sh-t so we can all make a k!lling
risk it all ‘fore i let my family starve in the trenches
no brakes i’m so driven i could cause a collision
if i k!ll you on sight, then i’m offing the witness
i’ll be off in 60 seconds you get lost in a minute
so go ahead and dig a hole i’ll put your coffin up in it
n-ggas used to be my dogs now they all in they feelings
but it’s fge for life i’m taking off with the realest squad!

- montana of 300 lyrics

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