Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FGE Cypher, Pt. 3 , by - Montana of 300. Release date: 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! |