Montana of 300 and fellow FGE members Talley of 300 and No Fatigue drop their remix to Brooklyn Rapper Pop Smoke’s hit “Welcome to the Party”
[Intro]
Baby, welcome to the party
(Hahahahaha)
[Chorus]
Baby, welcome to the party (Woo)
.223 on me got a nigga feeling like Jordan (Got me feeling like Jordan)
Baby, welcome to the party (Woo)
That ratchet's so loud in this bitch, it be spittin' like Cardi
Baby, welcome to the party
Don't get popped, don't get hit (Brat!)
Gun on my hip
One in the head (Woo)
Fifty in the clip
Baby (Ayy) Your girl on my dick
She feeling my swag (Yeah, yeah)
She feeling my drip
[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Look, body on me like a builder (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a killa
I'll be sliding like Mike, if I Jackson, it's gon' be a thrilla
In Manilla, see, bitch, I'm the greatest
A heavyweight, a Rope-A-Dope then drop 'em like Frazier
In that water I'm a glacier
Get on your trail I'ma blaze ya
Go straight for your neck like a razor
And just like a belt I'ma waist ya
I'll lay yo ass flat like the pavement
Ain't do it for free, I'm a mason
If your bitch a dine, she won't be fine
I thought missing you could be basic
Boy, you get bagged and get zipped, yeah
And send 'em to trip
Get shish kabob that K in yo mouth
That beef on the stick
Yeah, we with the shit, I sleep with the blick
You be taking shots, no alcohol, have you drinking the fifth
Then get yo bitch on the line (Yeah)
Have her as wet as a fish in a pond (Yeah)
No hypnoses, she give me her mind (Yeah)
Then like karate, get kicked to the side (Ooh)
I'm finding your bitch in the ride
It's getting handled like I'm whipping a bike
It's just some more fish finna fry
Like Justin Timberlake, I get 'em in time
Yeah, stay with a Glock or an 18
Shooting like BlocBoy JB
Yeah, or like KD
Before he dropped OKC
Bitch, I'm insane, it's not a game
So no, you will not play me
I milly rock on they street
They air out the spot like AC
And you won't catch me in the party (Nope)
'Less I'm in that bitch with that blade and that Mac or that .40 (That Mac or that .40?)
Crazy what they used to call me
Yeah, can't be around opps 'cause they know I'ma pop, call me Corky
[?] they gon' know not to cross me
Talley, bitch
[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
Uh?
Ayy, you turn me up on the headphones?
Ah
Ayy, baby, welcome to the party, look
Baby, welcome to the party
Foe nem on my hip like Lauri
I'm on point in this bitch Kyle Lowry
Got your baby up in here like a carseat
On my dick, take your bitch like a robbery
You can look that in his face he's salty
And you know this bitch bustin', it ain't no discussion
Got hoes in the front like an Audi
When I'm up with them bros, you know how it go
[?]
I'm drippin', I'm shinin', I'm glossy
Look like I play with them keys like Charlie
Got a pistol nosmoke like Marley
Shoot a bitch dead in his face like Chauncey
I'm on pop, well, I'm crazy like Tommy
Young bull just tryna ball like Bronny
Niggas talk that talk but don't walk that walk
Boy, you ain't 'bout that, I see it
I don't even like the bluff, niggas always act tough
But I'm all offense, no defense
See a nigga face to face, put his ass in his place
Now he wanna act like he don't mean it
Boy, this big big cap Abe Lincoln
That's facts, these niggas be tweakin'
And I don't give a fuck, no gut for my bucks
That stick long just like Antetokounmpo
Fuck the law, always find a loophole
Told that bitch I'm the one, uno
All these hoes wanna kick it like judo
Stack that bread on that bread, that's a new loaf
Pussy wet need a Bounty, she slap me that cookie
Got her on the floor like a blue note
I ain't gaming, I stack with that, I mean
That stick be long like the handles on frying pans
When you play with my squad, you won't try again
Put that heat right on his tee like I’m ironing
And don’t tweak in this function, or you won’t function
After this you gon' hear 12 comin'
We slid out at night, gave 'em 12 somethin'
All of my niggas silent, won't tell nothin'
Shawty pretty and thick and she know she the shit
I'm just tryna hit that from the backend
Ass so fat I hit that with my backhand
She turn around eat this dick Mrs Pacman
Fuck that bitch on the bed or the floor
Fuckin' once and now she gon want more
Make a movie, I keep all the clips
It won't be PG like George
Fresh to death, I just walked out the morgue
Fendi all on my coats
Sauce all on the floor
Bitches all on my drawls
I'm the shit, wear all of my floss
Too much to lose for a loss
Tigue shit, bitch
[Verse 3: Montana of 300]
What can I say? I done came a long way
Made it out of them project apartments
Bitch I'm the life of the party
I been had game like Atari
You see the whores on me Ferrari
Wrote her name on her tits with a sharpie
Now if you know if I fuck her I'm wearing a rubber, can't cum in that box like a Barbie
Fuck who riding with hoes like an RV
Got the .30's for haters, I'm Barkley
When it's time to go we be sliding with poles
Yeah, we be feeling like the fire department
Banana clips in my heat
Niggas know it ain’t sweet
When that motherfucker come out the closet (When that motherfucker come out the closet)
I'm taking shit out when I come (Woo)
Red dot on his top, do the opps like I'm shopping at Target (Like I'm shopping at Target)
I'm Michael Vick if they barking
Don't get out of line like you parking
He want smoke like a blunt, I'ma spark it
Ayy, just come and see like he Charlotte (Ooh)
Kill a brother like the sixth man (Yeah)
I'll show you the way into heaven act funny like Marlon
(Act funny like Marlon)
John Wetherspoon, with the tec up to him (Woo)
Bang bang, it pops and leave a gay nigga dead like he Marvin (Leave a gay nigga dead like he Marvin)
I told you fuck niggas it's not sweet
Hundred round clips if you mobs deep
I do not kid around, I bet I sit 'em down when I'm popping the Draco Degrasse
I know some niggas that watch me from heaven like I still can't believe he shot me
I got faith in god but I still roll with that .40 cal on me in case he don't got me
Your main bitch a eater, she turned to a cheater every single time that she spot me
Yo baby, let me slide in that bitch with my stick, I feel like I play hockey
I beat it up, then I beat it down (Ayy)
I do the box like I'm Rocky
When she sucking my dick and I answer my phone
She look up and say "Baby don't stop me"
Make your girlfriend top me, ayy
She lick a nigga, no courvoisier, ayy
I broke her back next day she witchu I'm the reason her fucking body ache
Now this nigga wanna rob me, ayy
Grab your girl phone block me, ayy
You told your bitch to stop talking to me
She just turn and made the Bill Cosby face
Bad little bitch wanna fuck me
The only nigga she aladdin that monkey
Bitch, I'm in my bag, in my duffy
Bitch, I've been had a body like Buffy
I don't play on my child, leave you down on the ground
Nigga, I'll take your soul like I'm Chucky
Took my gun out my side, he got popped in his top
He got left on his back in the front street
[Chorus]
Baby, welcome to the party (Woo)
.223 on me got a nigga feeling like Jordan (Got me feeling like Jordan)
Baby, welcome to the party (Woo)
That ratchet's so loud in this bitch, it be spittin' like Cardi
Baby, welcome to the party
Don't get popped, don't get hit, gun on my hip
One in the head (Woo)
Fifty in the clip
Baby (Ayy) Your girl on my dick
She feeling my swag (Yeah, yeah)
She feeling my drip
Welcome To The Party (Remix) was written by No Fatigue & Talley of 300 & Montana of 300.
Welcome To The Party (Remix) was produced by 808 Melo.
Montana of 300 released Welcome To The Party (Remix) on Thu Oct 24 2019.