Текст песни FGE Cypher, Pt. 3 (Montana Of 300) с переводом

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!