Fge Cypher song by Montana of 300 & Talley of 300 from Primary Album Gunz-n-roses. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Cypher, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on December 2, 2015.
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Fge Cypher Meaning
| [[Verse 1: $avage] Young nigga bought a bag, I was trappin’ hard way before the booth, nigga Drug deals, hand in hand, I could turn a half ounce into 2, nigga Who the fuck is you, nigga? M.O.B no new niggas Up the burner, no construction worker when I put this hammer to your roof, nigga I’m strapped I might clap, know we’ll clap, best believe that One in the head, Imma squeeze that I been cocked, like T-Mac Fly guy, where your wings at? Bitches love me like I sing pop Wanna be fly? Let that thing pop Give a nigga wings like Wing Stop 40 Cal that’s always Nine Milly with the green dot Two guns, so that’s two buttons, at the same time like a screenshot He got that steel with him Every nigga with him gon’ drill with him Long clip, 30 rounds for ’em Dig a hole in the ground for ’em Send a nigga to the heaven’s gates Tryna cross eyes like Kevin Gates Choppa sing like Mary J Hit the full house except Mary Kate Growing up in that Section 8 Coming home late like everyday OG told me pray for the better days Now it’s 14 karats on my bezel face Squad! , [Verse 2: No Fatigue] Let me take over real quickly Get in my glo for a minute Now these niggas sour like lemon A dog but no coward up in ’em He think he Superman he got that Howard up in ’em I groove, Austin Powers up in ’em Stand tall like a tower Spray at his head like a shower Like Lucius want all the power Yeah Niggas pockets get slim They start acting shady, like Eminem niggas crazy That’s why bro said, always keep protection, and let it blow like a A/C If bro fuck around, put holes in him, squares, yeah, just like a crate b Been blowing on gas, been blowing on Casey, I be so high I’m at safety Put holes in that boy like a basket Hope that you back ’em He could take 5 like the Jacksons On a rampage like Jackson I’m at the top like a caption Just listen here I’m in control I like to steer I like to switch up the gear Wait til I drop like a tear Swear I be fresh This what I’m rocking no chair If she like to trip, then she not what I like, tell her to exit like the top right Like an officer telling the truth, I swear this lil fifth that I copped right When your chick see me, she stare, like she was testing her eyesight Give me brain, then just leave the skull, so yeah I know what her mind like I’m flyer than any handout I’m tryna see what her friend ‘bout Yeah I’m the shit what you sayin’ though? Like a bright color I stand out They throwin’ shade like a lamp now Bitches pissed in public, like Lilly Cause I’m fresh as fuck, like Billy Nowadays, these hoes silly I just tell ’em pop it like a wheelie Your bitch let me hit like a single She not even single I won nigga, bingo That’s how you know she not a keeper If you want a feature pay me like a meter Slide in, no skates Come upon her, no gate In her mouth, Colgate Lotta numbers, no safe Run up on me, more tape , [Verse 3: Montana of 300] This is the shit that them haters never wanted to happen I’m quarterbackin’, I get to snappin, I’m more than rappin I’m more than greatness, I’m Kobe Bryant and Jordan clashin No they can’t stop me, I’m scoring backwards, I’m pourin’ passion If shorty yappin, then shorty cappin and want that action My 40 blastin, them bullets singing like Toni Braxton Say you gon’ murder me, I do that first degree Them bullets inside my clip extended like 30 deep I’ll murk you quick I’m Montana from planet Mercury Come out the cut like a doctor, masked up for surgery I’m going in, I’m good from wherever, like Stephen Curry 3 Take your life call that burglary, white sheets on you turn burgundy Your bitch sensing my currency, feeling me like she searching me Shawty mouthing me perfectly, my dick turned into Hercules Come with that bag if you plan to purchase a verse from me Got bills to pay and 2 kids to feed, I don’t work for free I’m who these labels can’t stifle, rap God I hold the title Ghostwrite for God like the prophets that wrote the holy Bible I’m Satan’s rival if you despiteful that’s suicidal You got dead homies, I reunite you don’t mean to fight you But watch who you lie to, once lightning strikes you dead on arrival This king of pop call me Michael, his PYT could die to But I turnt his hoe into my disciple, she said I’m vital Cocking his bitch like a rifle, ride me like motorcycles Ralph Lauren, Jordan’s, bandana on me I feel like Ryu My niggas fly too, it’s FGE, we hip hops revival God! , [Verse 4: Talley of 300] Belly of the beast They don’t know they in deep weight Until they find out But my appetite great I’ll escape eatin’ it from inside out And I’ll take flight Free as a dove Free as a pug And all I need, is GOD in my gun While I reach for the sun They say screws loose, where the Phillips at? Found boltcutters, where the fences at? Yeah the killer’s free, they trying get them back Want me in the trap, but never been a rat Lord have mercy on who in my path Imma be strong, no tit for tat Imma spray on ’em, then pray for ’em When I send ’em to you with the gift of rap Yeah, peace of mind’s what I get from rap Sleep aside, I forget to nap While they snooze on me, I two-step with that move on me Til’ I rule homie Let ’em wake up to a new king Now they trying to learn how I do things But all you need to know is two things God first then Hoop Dreams Know the haters reaching when they can’t steal They gon’ try to block, but can’t man up I jabstep, might drive hard, I uplift, then slam dunk Yeah, Vince Carter my problem Bitch, I go hard for my dollars It ain’t no pause for them commas You gon’ know stars from them comets It’s a hard fall for that fake shit It’s makeshift The real gon’ last forever Better know the position you play in And stop acting like animals Don’t y’all know they live to get us caged in For nothing, got the wheel rolling nigga And we ain’t never been cavemen Nah Though we came from the stone age Cold days with the stove blazed Crack pipes with the old tape With the cokeheads with the snow face Heroin, watch ’em nod off and their nose drain Holla if you know that road rage But out the concrete a rose came God] |
FAQ
- Who produced the lyrics for Fge Cypher?
This lirics prodiucer by Charisma 808.
- Can you name the individual who created this track? Fge Cypher
Fge Cypher lyrics song is written by No Fatigue, $avage of FGE, Talley of 300 & Montana of 300
- What is the name of the featured of the lyrics for Fge Cypher?
The artist featured in the credits for Fge Cypher is $avage of FGE & No Fatigue
