Текст песни FGE Cypher Pt. 4 (Montana Of 300) с переводом

Imma head you behind

Ain’t shit funny now

Wasn’t a dummy then

Not a dummy now

Tried to build bridges with you niggas

But they crumbled down

When I’m rappin' on the mic

That’s how that money sound

Say she ready for the world

Wanna love me down

Feelin like Ant of ATL

I get that cutting now

And you know that bitch be with me

Like my buddy now

Hop on the track

'Tigue on the beat

You know its goin' down

Make niggas scared

Hands shaky just like Doctor Strange

I never change

Just switch lanes

That’s two different things

Me and you niggas not the same

Got a different aim

We not on the same track

He caught a different train

Get your girl, 'cause she can end up mine, nigga

Get her with me, not like James

We gotta Bond, nigga

Only gon' fuck, she talkin' head

Zordon nigga

And if not, cut it short

Like a lawn, nigga!

Run up and catch shots

Like I’m spotted up

Pull out like extended I’m droppin' 'em

I hustle, get cash, I ain’t have enough

Now my pockets stuffed like a locker, huh

She give it to me like a stick up

I blow her back out like a pickup

I be with some hustlers we get it

We work out some packs like a sit up!

Welcome to my land, nigga

This is Skull Island

Monsters over here

So I hope you don’t try it

Imma get to blowin' like the flute

Tryna spy kid

But lately I been chillin'

Needed space, no hyphen

The road from the Palms, I truck it

Swear, it’s always somethin'

I came from nothin' to somethin'

So please do not make no assumptions

Then with the mops, no bucket

Like I’m bout to bust, I’m coming

I pull up with niggas, like fuck it

Neighborhood hear all the ruckus!

Gotta watch for all the fake

Stay away from impostors

No lyin', one loyal lion

Wouldn’t pull no Mufasa

When I’m ridin', probably see me with his baby, no toddler

And I ain’t worried bout no niggas bitch, hakuna matata!

Squad!

Yeah!

TO3!

FGE shit man!

All I know is live fly

Y’know where the fuck we came from man

Let’s get it!

Project Baby, nigga!

Streets what made me, nigga!

God what changed me

But you gon' meet him

Ever try to play me, nigga!

It slim from the shady

Make your head spin like the '80s!

Whack yo ass at 4 A.M.,

Watch they get grim on the Daily, look!

Bacardi 151 on the rocks

Had to get it straight

No warning shots

Flame hit his lips like they licked the top

Make them swing and twist, watch them milly rock

Make the dime trip

And imma take this shit way up a notch

Gamble with ya life and I’ll be sittin' waitin' to pull on you, like a fuckin'

slot

Often I’m saucin'

Get a coffin for talkin'

Tell the haters I hear it

It’s on my hip like a Walkman

'Cept the price goin' down

Killers bid like an auction

You in the field but we hawkin'

Removin' life like abortions

Yeah, I’m too hot, that’s why I be cool

Fly by a nigga B2

Leprechaun about meloo

Try to Marty Wolf me, you’ll leak blue

Where I’m from, you need ski shoes

But you’ll die tryin' to walk in these boots

You of least concerns it’s a big bird, it ain’t never fly, emu

Wet 'em down, mop sticks

How you duckin' hoes, ostrich

I be poppin' straps, leave 'em topless

Get chained if you ain’t got sense

Word from the wise

Stay alert at all times

If you ain’t prepared to kill

Then I hope you ready to die

But, I’m loaded and cocked

Ain’t no safety on mine

I ain’t wastin' no time

Bitch I’m gon' make you a Vine

I’m gon' shoot like a star

You’ll have a place in the sky

All that talk that you hard

But semis say you a lie

Bah!

Wings up in this bitch, man

Don’t doubt the God

Don’t doubt the squad, man

I told you it’s our year

MOB!

You decide

FGE or nothin'

Nigga choose a side

With us, or you not

You ain’t with us

Nigga that’s suicide

Shoot yourself or tie that fuckin' rope around ya neck

Never ran from nothin'

But I’m runnin' up a check

I be flexin' with the bars on you niggas

Ain’t here to rep

If I want to send a message

I’ll hit his ass with the Tecs

I’ll pull it so don’t push me, boy

I’m livin' on the edge

Think you’re cool and get smoked

Like two Ls to the head, yeah!

Ah, shit

Big MOB, boss shit

Put that 12 to his back like LaMarcus Aldridge

That’s the pump

Make 'em jump

On some criss cross shit

Leave 'em wet

With a hole in his top, dolphin

Ay!

We shootin' shit

Give a fuck 'bout who you with

Camera man with the cannon

I be on some movie shit

Put a rappin' nigga in the cast like he Ludacris

Mask off, leave him in the past

On my Future shit

Stupid bitch, twist your top

Like a two liter bottle

Two 9 Millimeters

Brand new, out the box

Be cool 'fore a nigga breeze through on ya block

Boom, Boom!

Like a clown, nigga smooth out his socks

Bang!

You know me

Smoke 'em like a joint, bitch

Plus

I never disappoint, bitch

Ah, ah!

Don’t doubt the God, mothafucka

This that new drug

We all armed around this bitch like a group hug!

Jumpman, Jumpman

Jumpman, Jumpman

Jumpman, Jumpman!

Punch line after punch line

I give beats concussions!

Toughman, Toughman, Toughman

What’s with all the frontin'?

I’ll smoke you, take you out your group David Ruffin!

Gunmen, Gunmen, Gunmen

3D popout, dumpin'!

Took off his top, he just got lit up like a pumpkin!

Do a drill, my hammer nail you no construction

If police question, I act dumb and I know nothin'!

You weak as shit

FGE bitch, we the shit

You’ll get shot just for blinkin', bitch

I’ll Tee up like I’m drinkin' Brisk

Blow your top off, raise the roof

You assed out just like Daisy dukes

Hop out that Mercedes coupe

Them Jordan’s on me, Baby Blue

I got bars and bread but bitch

I’m tryna see El Chapo bands

That cheese on top of chips

I had to tell that bitch I’m nacho man

Bandana on like Macho Man

They can’t see me like Hollow Man

But run up, it’s gon' cost you

Bitch, I got more shells than taco stands

Cut out all that tough shittin'

Miss me with that fuck shit

'Cause when this rapper slide

It won’t be Weezy in no Trukfit

My whole team slidin' with them sticks

Mighty ducks, bitch!

So many shots that he won’t know what hit 'em

Like a trumpet

I promise, I’m too clutch, bitch

Ray Allen for them bucks, bitch

They mad and I’m just thumbin' through these hunnids

Like a truck stick

God!