Montana Of 300 - Whoopty (Remix) lyrics

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*tch like I’m mooky I’m big papa whenever she juicy Yo b*tch 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 wit da uzi Keep da stick in da car like I’m boosie I might slick wit da drake like I’m Toosie Keep a nina on me like I’m Drew Brees That’s self murder how ni**as accused me You better duck down when I U.P ni**as scared of for they life look you dead in yo eyes and I’m closing them b*tches 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 dont 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 ni**a sleeping now his ni**as woke Heard the news and acted like I didn’t know I be sonin ni**as 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 wit da green like kuhbreenee Use to stuff so much green I’m my Louie and Gucci sh*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*tch on my tip when she seen me She going do as I wish like a genie I’m da ni**a his b*tch 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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)