Talley Of 300 - Fge Cypher, Pt. 4 lyrics

[Verse 1: No Fatigue] I'm ahead, you behind Ain't sh** funny now Wasn't a dummy then Not a dummy now Tried to build bridges with you n***as 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 Cutty now And you know that b**h be with me Like my buddy now Hop on the track 'Tigue on the beat You know its goin' down Make n***as scared Hands shaky just like Doctor Strange I never change Just switch lanes That's two different things Me and you n***as 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, n***a Get her with me, not like James We gotta Bond, n***a Only gon' f**, she talkin' head Zordon n***a And if not, cut it short Like a lawn, n***a! 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, n***a 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 a**umptions Then with the mops, no bucket Like I'm bout to bust, I'm coming I pull up with n***as, like f** 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 n***as b**h, hakuna matata! Squad! [Verse Intro: TO3] Yeah! TO3! FGE sh** man! All I know is live fly Y'know where the f** we came from man Lets get it! [Verse 2: Talley of 300] Project Baby, n***a! Streets what made me, n***a! God what changed me But you gon' meet him Ever try to play me, n***a! It slim from the shady Make your head spin like the '80s! Whack yo a** 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 sh** way up a notch Gamble with ya life and I'll be sittin' waitin' to pull on you, like a f**in' 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 k**ers 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 n***a 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 k** Then I hope you ready to die But, I'm loaded and co*ked Ain't no safety on mine I ain't wastin' no time b**h 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! [Verse Intro: $avage] Wings up in this b**h, man Don't doubt the god Don't doubt the squad, man I told you it's our year MOB! [Verse 3: $avage] You decide FGE or nothin' n***a choose a side With us, or you not You ain't with us n***a that's suicide Shoot yourself or tie that f**in' rope around ya neck Never ran from nothin' But I'm runnin' up a check I be flexin' with the bars on you n***as Ain't here to rep If I want to send a message I'll hit his a** 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, sh** Big MOB, boss sh** Put that 12 to his back like LaMarcus Aldridge That's the pump Make 'em jump On some criss cross sh** Leave 'em wet With a hole in his top, dolphin Ay! We shootin' sh** Give a f** 'bout who you with Camera man with the cannon I be on some movie sh** Put a rappin' n***a in the cast like he Ludacris Mask off, leave him in the past On my Future sh** Stupid b**h, twist your top Like a two liter bottle Two 9 Millimeters Brand new, out the box Be cool 'fore a n***a breeze through on ya block Boom, Boom! Like a clown, n***a smooth out his socks Bang! [Verse Intro: MO3] You know me Smoke 'em like a joint, b**h Plus I never disappoint, b**h Ah, ah! Don't doubt the god, mothaf**a This that new drug We all armed around this b**h like a group hug! [Verse 4: Montana of 300] 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 sh** FGE b**h, we the sh** You'll get shot just for blinkin', b**h I'll Tee up like I'm drinkin' Brisk Blow your top off, raise the roof You a**ed out just like Daisy dukes Hop out that Mercedes coupe Them Jordan's on me, Baby Blue I got bars and bread but b**h I'm tryna see El Chapo bands That cheese on top of chips I had to tell that b**h 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 b**h, I got more shells than taco stands Cut out all that tough sh**tin' Miss me with that f** sh** 'Cause when this rapper slide It won't be Weezy in no Trukfit My whole team slidin' with them sticks Mighty ducks, b**h! So many shots that he won't know what hit 'em Like a trumpet I promise, I'm too clutch, b**h Ray Allen for them bucks, b**h They mad and I'm just thumbin' through these hunnids Like a truck stick