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Fge Cypher, Pt. 2 (Explicit) - Montana Of 300/Talley Of 300/Savage/J Real
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TO3
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Body after body all I know is murder I'm from the dark side
If I have to draw serve like volleyball and 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 just saw at their face and pray for the lost eyes
Ni**a's playing games with this sh*t
Why I'm hoping brains will get hit
I target minds I ain't talkin' shells
But I really aim in this spit
What's your direction ni**a
Do you know where you heading ni**a
Hope it's to the cheddar ni**a
Then the heaven ni**a or whatever
But can't be around me if you don't want better ni**a
Yeah I know I'm ahead of ni**a's
And I don't embellish ni**a
I try not to embarrass ni**a's
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 berry with them
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 doe 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 them what I can
Give them to the man
Hopin' they advance
Cause with no delay I'm going
I'm growing I'm glowin'
If it's war b**ch then I'm blowin'
No rims ni**a I'm scorin'
My wings up b**ch I'm soarin'
FGE poppin' that's corn
And they knowing
We got it f**king going on that's porn ni**a
FGE sh*t
Mob sh*t man
Mob it's Savage
I'm the ni**a 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 ni**a Real
I'mma get the back you go get the front
Bandannas like Montana's over my face when I hit em up
Roll on them like Alabama
Once I up seven better give it up
Like a 64
Drop his top then put them in the trunk
Better get low
Fore the fifth blow
Blowing big dro
36 O's
Shout out big more
That my big bro
Momma told me how these ni**a's switch though
Keep a big a pole
With extendos
Like a joystick
On Nintendos
Like I'm working in the drive through
Give it to em right through the window
Chopper spray
Bodies drop
Niggas ride away
Where I'm from its the slums ni**a
Get themselves f**ked 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**ker got a day
Yeah y'all know how I'm rocking b**ch
J Real uh 15
Picture me rolling like 2Pac
Out the window blowing two Glocks
Pulling up like tube socks
With more ratchets than a toolbox
Ain't a rapper b**ch I'm a shooter
Your b**ch she gonna suck like a loser
Slug me up like looter's
Then it's back getting that mulah yeah
Tip toe to that cash
Till that front door
Then it's kick door
While I grip pole for that cash
Hell no I don't need no mask
Ni**a's hoes they already know
They don't want me up folding them on that a**
In that 4 door with the 40
Hop out blowin' at they a**
Acting like I never had sh*t
Cause I never ever had sh*t
And after every show I got a bad b**ch
Touching on me like a tablet
Yeah that b**ch she on me
She just prolly wanna meet Tony
But you know the rules
Gotta meet broski
Then broski and broski
Yeah
You know you gotta do broski them
It's no Fatigue
Y'all can remember this too
Blowin' power puff with these b**ches nice
Sugar with the spice
I'mma get them right
Coming from the bottom like some f**king ice
See the green clear like a f**kin' Sprite
When I hit the booth it don't be nothin' nice
And b**ches 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 up the can yeah sip that
That'll make a p**sy ni**a 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 ridin' like a street sign
We gon' give that p**sy boy a peace sign
All these b**ches 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**ch suck like they boo wing
Ni**a's mad at me like oooo we
Young boy cool like the 3Cs
Met a pretty girl with the 3Bs
Spray in his house like far breeze
Mask on ni**a can't see me
I don't rock with niggas cause they off beat
I be talkin' money ni**a's talk cheap
I be in her mouth like false teeth
Then I'm in between like flossing
Roll up smoking with these Bs
I hit that b**ch 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**sy pink like that lean
Touchin' my chest cause I'm king
She wanna search just like Bing
Now that b**ch got what she need
Ballin' but not in the league
'Tigue
Rap God FGE sh*t
You already know how we comin' man
Bases loaded in this b**ch
Uhuuuhh
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 hearse
Drive your lioners berzerk
I see clients in my merch
OK I'm breaded b**ch
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**sy bloody like it's 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**ch 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
Ni**a icy dead people
Glock sing when the mops ring
Lay em down first like a box spring
Had to sauce on them like some hot wings
We be going in like a swat team
Squah