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fge cypher pt. 2 - montana of 300 lyrics

[intro: talley of 300]
yeah, to3
yeah

[verse 1: talley of 300]
body after body all i know is murder, i’m from the darkside
if i have to draw, serve like volleyball, and then drop it on y’all side
that’s why i try hard to not get involved, and stay under god’s lie
when i promise tomorrow i just saw at their face, and pray for those lost eyes
n-gga’s playing games with this sh-t
why i’m hoping brains will get hit
i target minds, i ain’t talkin’ sh-lls
but i really aim in this spit
what’s your direction, n-gga?
do you know where you heading, n-gga?
hope it’s to the cheddar, n-gga
then the heaven n-gga, or whatever
but can’t be around me if you don’t want better, n-gga
yeah i know i’m ahead of n-ggas
and i don’t embellish, n-gga
i try not to embarr-ss n-ggas
but sometimes i can’t help it, it’s not in my character
it’s just god’s will that he carry with him
and you know that my grave with him
case the hate get too real, it’s okay, get buried with them
i will not tom and jerry with them
cherry pick ’em, and drop every top that get hairy with him
i should thank god i ain’t kickin’ in doors no more
emptying poles no more
50’s on the road though hoe
it ain’t nothing to blow your show
but i’m in it to go get the cash
give and get the love tryin’ to reach the fans
motivate they plans
give ’em what i can
give ’em to the man
hopin’ they advance
’cause with no delay i’m going
i’m growing, i’m glowin’
if it’s war b-tch, then i’m blowin’
no rims n-gga, i’m scorin’
my wings up b-tch, i’m soarin’
fge poppin’, that’s corn
and they knowing
we got it f-cking going on, that’s p-rn, n-gga

[intro: $avage]
fge sh-t
mob sh-t, man
mob! it’s $avage!

[verse 2: $avage]
i’m the n-gga with the wings
and i lift ’em up, middle fingers up
to the ppd, 309 pistol county where i’m from
sip a lotta lean
roll a lotta gas, do a lotta drugs
if i want ya boys bands, i hit him up
it’ll be 2k, that’ll split him up
call my n-gga real
i’ma get the back, you go get the front
bandanas like montana’s over my face when i hit ’em up
roll on ’em like alabama
once i up seven better give it up
like a 6-4
drop his top then put ’em in the trunk
better get low
fore the fifth blow
blowin big dro
36 o’s
shout out big moe
that my big bro
momma told me how these n-gga’s switch though
keep a big a pole
with extendos
like a joystick
on nintendos
like i’m workin in the drive through
give it to ’em right through the window
chopper spray
bodies drop
n-ggas ride away
where i’m from its the slums, n-gga
get theyself f-cked up a lotta ways
i ain’t saying that you gotta pray
but i seen it coming like a mile away
i’m just saying what i got to say
prolly not today
but every motherf-cker got a day

[intro: j-real]
yeah, y’all know how i’m rockin, b-tch
j-real, uh, 15

[verse 3: j-real]
picture me rollin’ like 2pac
out the window blowin two glocks
pullin up like tube socks
with more ratchets than a toolbox
ain’t a rapper, b-tch, i’m a shooter
your b-tch, she gonna suck like a loser
slurp me up like noodles
then it’s back gettin that mulah, yeah
tip toe to that cash
till that front door
then it’s kick door
while i grip pole for that cash
h-ll no i don’t need no mask
n-gga’s hoes, they already know
they don’t want me up foldin’ ’em on that -ss
in that 4-door with the 4-0
hop out blowin’ at they -ss
acting like i never had sh-t
’cause i never, ever, had sh-t
and after every show i got a bad b-tch
touching on me like a tablet
yeah, that b-tch she on me
she just prolly wanna meet tony
but you know the rules
gotta meet broski
then broski and broski
yeah

[intro: no fatigue]
you know you gotta do broski ‘nem
it’s no fatigue
y’all can remember this, too

[verse 4: no fatigue]
blowin’ powerpuff with these b-tches nice
sugar with the spice
i’ma get em right
coming from the bottom like some f-cking ice
see the green clear like a f-ckin’ sprite
when i hit the booth it don’t be nothin’ nice
and b-tches want the d, i got a couple hypes
they gonna let me hit like a bunch of likes
when she throw it back like a bunch of hikes
tell bud he better be wiser before he get hit in his six-pack
right out the can, yeah, sip that
that’ll make a p-ssy n-gga sit back
he can get the forty like he bet a dub
he can get the forty like he bet on one
i bet i be hotter if he bet the sun
had to branch off from the separate ones
see that boy runnin’ like a street sign?
we gon’ give that p-ssy boy a peace sign
all these b-tches want me like iphones
tell her slide on me, i need ihome
in your ho’s-tel, no room b
still slidin’, no room key
your b-tch suck like they booing
n-gga’s mad at me like ooooweee
young boy cool like the 3-cs
met a pretty girl with the 3-bs
spray in his house like febreze
mask on, n-gga can’t see me
i don’t rock with n-ggas ’cause they offbeat
i be talkin’ money, n-gga’s talk cheap
i be in her mouth like false t–th
then i’m in between like flossing
roll up smoking with these bs
i hit that b-tch in the eve
she shake it like tambourine
i just had to hit and run
hope she don’t say please when i leave
i ball, i pull up like a sleeve
her p-ssy pink like that lean
touchin’ my chest ’cause i’m king
she wanna search just like bing
now that b-tch got what she need
ballin’, but not in the league
‘tigue

[intro: montana of 300]
rap god, fge sh-t
you already know how we comin’, man
bases loaded in this b-tch
uhuuuhh

[verse 5: montana of 300]
fire in the church
there’s liars in the church
scratch the surface, find a diamond in the dirt
you gotta grind until it hurts
i am triumphed and diversed
flow rare, unfair, might start a riot with this verse
i will father like mufasa ’til i’m lyin’ in the he-rs-
drive your lioners berserk
i see clients in my merch
ok, i’m breaded b-tch
you know i’m breaded like mozzarella sticks
godly, how is he heaven sent but so devilish?
the coldest flow, colder than any eskimos ever been
was sellin’ sh-t
i served for 8 years, i felt like the president
been nailin’ sh-t
you’ll get off tonight like you workin’ second shift
wings up, all praise to the merciful and beneficent
i second guess the message
the truth ain’t never pleasant
the future’s present hip-hop’s alive and resurrected
play with me and i’m airin’ opps
it get’s uglier than carrot top
leave her p-ssy bl–dy like its cherry popped
six feet deep, three pair of socks
put ’em in the ground, that’s deep rooted
we keep winnin’, y’all keep losin’
we don’t twitter beef, b-tch we shootin’
all kinda clips, come preview it
this clip in my ak got 50 in it, that’s g-unit
got another clip with a hundred rounds
that got mo’ in it, that’s 3 stooges
plus 30 in my dez eagle
turn ’em into red people
whack em while their jewelry on
n-gga, icy dead people
glock sing when the mops wring
lay ’em down first like a box-spring
had to sauce on ’em like some hot wings
we be goin’ in like a swat team
squah!

- montana of 300 lyrics

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