Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FGE Cypher, Pt. 3, artist - Montana of 300.
Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FGE Cypher, Pt. 3 |
Look, big wings |
On a nigga like the emblem with the big B’s |
Me and Tony two players like a split screen |
I put my shooters on yo ass like some skinny jeans |
And they goin' show up, poled up, shootin' anything |
Cause they know a nigga breaded like some chicken wings |
So for me they get it poppin' like it’s in the grease |
I have my youngins take your life and give it to me |
I swear them niggas ain’t right like 50 degrees |
Zoro when I cut it leave her with the big Z’s |
And she gonna chew a nigga up cause i’m big league |
You niggas small ball |
All my niggas ball hogs |
Shooters whack you with that iron like a golf ball |
Put a hole in a nigga with the sawed off |
Say he want beef but you niggas all talk |
But we can still shoot about it like a false call |
Body on the stretcher why he gettin' hauled off |
And have his niggas all lost yelling aww nah |
All y’all dogs should have been toting though |
But I still feel like I gotta show them tho |
I put the wings on a nigga like he OVO |
Even though i’m at the top of the totem pole |
I still take the shit wherever you wanna go |
And then i take your bitch wherever she wanna go |
Fly guys taking off, nigga |
Niggas fake as fuck |
That’s why i choose to hug a pole |
Had to bear up |
Fill a hater up with shells like he layin' numb |
Pockets healthy just like Gucci tryna keep it up |
I can hit your bitch just gotta spend the day with her |
Give her dick she sport it good, like i’m payin' her |
Fresh as hell, be on point like Deadshot |
Shawty let me slide in like the Red Box |
Got a man ha, I want neck, headlock |
Takin' bitches think I’m Future look who Scottie Pippen |
Like he seen a magic trick he wonder how I did it |
You know I had to bag his bitch but ain’t no body in it |
No details how I did it |
My bitch crazy and I’m crazy I’m Joker she Harley Quinn |
I be all up in her water like tryna learn how to swim |
Haters tryna block the shine like a nigga rockin' a brim |
If the snakes up in the grass Imma stomp the yard in some Timbs |
These old bitches hit my line had to cut 'em off like a limb |
Got new bitches on my line had to cut 'em all like a pimp |
And I got my money up like I’m taping it to the ceiling |
I be fresh, swag kill 'em I murder 'em no attempt |
Had to show everybody I’m flyer but no event |
I pop up just like an ad and I’m loaded like movin' shit |
If he try I do 'em dirty just like the water in Flint then |
I be shootin after him just like knockout but I don’t miss |
Fly guy, flew in this bitch with a high side |
Why lie? |
I see it like I-Spy |
They want us dead, My god but I ride |
I’m a cool cat but nigga I ain’t got nine lives |
Bitch it’s YOLO, fuck the po-po |
Don’t go nowhere without the 4−0, that’s a no-no |
Up on 'em like i pop a no-doze |
Let him hold those |
Bitch I’m a dog on a gold road like I’m Toto |
But I don’t follow up a chase behind no bitch |
It ain’t no frito niggas lays behind those chips |
I got brothers in the grave that I so miss |
Got dogs fighting in a cage, no Michael Vick |
Harry Potter with that stick on a snitch |
You know how we playin' if they sending shots in them 6 |
Then we keep spraying |
Preacher talking 'bout turn a cheek, fuck what he sayin' |
Kill him and it’s justified sin, but we keep prayin' |
In a world where majority sleep, horribly weak |
And they slaughter when they order the sheet |
God sharpening my sword and bitch i’m going for the cheek |
Make sure I give 'em everything before I’m goin to sleep |
Feel this who want a war with the son |
I do this shit for my loved ones who don’t know what’s to come |
Hardships, tribulations and they gon' know not to run |
God first, load up some guns and store up some funds |
When you shinin' watch the snake that’s tryna soak up your sun |
Yeah they hate it when you make it and you don’t owe 'em none |
I pray handle what I can and made her wrestle the slums |
Why so serious 'cause bitch when you the joke it ain’t fun, huh |
No Surrender No Retreat Bitch |
FGE we gotta eat bitch |
Bout to kill another beat bitch |
I’m like here we go, I did my part for the squad, now we in it tho |
If you ain’t rockin' with the God what you livin' for? |
I can’t lie it feels good when I’m sendin' dough |
That’s money gram to the fam, you ain’t hear me tho |
Yeah I was made to get the paper like a envelope |
See I turned nothing in to something I was really broke |
Had to come up the harder way ain’t have a penny tho |
I used to meet my clientele up in the liquor store |
I sold more O’s than a fucking box of Cheerios |
Left all the bullshit behind Tom Thibodeau |
Rap God in this bitch, like a embryo |
And I like all my bitches bad like a billy goat |
I put your hoe up on the wall like a centerfold |
Deep stroke in that bitch, I ain’t swimming though |
It’s fuck bitches get money like a gigolo |
I’m ballin tatted bitch I’m bam bam bigelow |
If they want drama tell 'em holla I be with it tho |
That’s off top, mask up, Rey Mysterio |
Show up these niggas all talk Arsenio |
Special beam on my cannon like I’m piccolo |
Pull it out the pants cook a nigga like he in a stove |
Shoot a nigga like he tryna drop a video |
Six feet put him in like he pigeon-toed |
Punchlines hurt opponents like I’m Riddick Bowe |
I’m lyrical I been this cold this shit is critical |
Yeah Imma kill it how you want it nigga pick a flow |
The illest quotes every line like I’m sniffin' coke |
Rap God in this bitch nigga! |