Montana of 300 – Envy Me (Remix) Lyrics



[Verse]
Rap God, bitch they envy me (Woo, woo)
I’m way up out these rappers league (Woo, woo)
They say I’m just what Hip-Hop need (True, true)
Punchlines hittin’ harder than Creed
Who fuckin’ with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You’ll see this center shoot, Joel Embiid (Bop)
I’ll put you underground like planting seeds
If I ain’t with the gang, I’m still with my gun, bitch what was you thinking?
Don’t care if I’m out of the game and watching my son, my nigga I’m squeezing, yeah
Since I was a youngin’ I knew I was it before I put my feet in
Everything that I’m seeing, I already seen it ’cause I used to dream it, yeah
Moving weight like a Kingpin, 25 in my wheat Timbs
Stick on me like hockey ’cause I had some goals that I had to defend, yeah
If you really a shooter, why talk on computers, my nigga let’s link then
They say they want beef then when I pull up on ’em they vegan
He better chill, he don’t wanna get left, I ain’t [?], I’m creepin’
I will come while you sleepin’, you don’t want me to sneak in
I’m smackin’ a opp with the back of a Glock and I’m knockin’ his teeth in
Talking bout he was tweakin’, talking bout he ain’t mean it
Guess he thought it was sweet then, now he see I don’t pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt like I was strapped down
The rock versus my OG, she went through more matches than SmackDown
Had to fight through the pain and fight through the rain but I never tapped out
Found myself in a trap house, started moving them packs out
I ain’t no capper but I had that bitch open just like a frat house
Since it looked like the fast route, I thought I had it all mapped out
This game is a gamble, seen too many niggas that crapped out
I ran into 12, had to fight a few cases, thought it was my last round
Better go check my background, I still can’t put the gat down
Had to bury some niggas, they homies that’s living know just how I got down, yeah
Just ’cause I’m a dad now, don’t think I won’t come blow your ass down
I don’t care what you stand for, 40 blam, you get sat down
If a bitch nigga act wild, put that 40 to him like Stackhouse
Apologies to my mother and father ’cause I was a bad child
But both of ’em could brag now, I’m an entrepreneur and I rap now
I be poppin’ them tags now, my pockets was empty, they fat now
I’m Saint Nick with the bag now, bitches wanna sit on my lap now
Bitches see I’m a big dog, wanna give me that cat now
Got so much green on me they think I’m the Hulk, yeah they want me to smash now
They be searching my name up, they feeling me just like a pat down
The best rapper alive, it should be a crime the way that I spaz out
And bitch I’m so hot if God send me to hell then the Devil gon’ pass out, ay
Coming with them clips when I trail a nigga, you don’t really wanna get a sneak peek
Got the Smith & Wesson out here teaching lessons, that bitch talking to ’em like it teach speech
Lettin’ Glocks off, knockin’ socks off, had to air him out like his feet stink
Put him under ground, call it deep sleep, his homies straighten up like a neat freak
I got big bucks, she wanna get fucked ’cause my money taller than the Greek Freak
Before drill music I was 300, ain’t got shit with dude Chief Keef
I am so goat, flow so dope, so potent, I could make the beat weak
Rappers study me ’cause I got all the answers, when I write it’s like I got a cheat sheet
Rap God bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I do this shit with ease
Man, everything I ever made a fuckin’ masterpiece
I’m independent not like Young Dolph, but like Master P
Might drop a bag up on my baby, that shit ain’t a thing
You know I like my bitches fancy like I’m Jamie King
From 2822, my hood was the PC’s
I was a juvenile bumpin’ that 400 Degreez
Real killer talking, watch me rub it in like Vaseline
I had to jet after I gave him the whole magazine
Don’t doubt the God, don’t doubt the squad, shout out to FGE
That’s WunTayk, T-O-3, J Real, Jayln, and No Fatigue, yeah

[Outro]
Rap God, FGE shit, you already know what it is
New album on the way, May 20th
Views from the General’s Helmet
Man get ready, man, FGE shit, man, squad



Montana of 300 – FGE Cypher Pt. 8 Lyrics



[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
All I know is, bodies like a morgue, tags like a store
If they wanted war, bitches run before
Pistols under pillows, pistols in the drawers
Though I’m one hell of an artist this won’t be a draw
I’m that nigga like jango
Tryna not let the pain go
Withdraws wrapped up in bands like Franklin sprained an ankle
Hip-hop like a kango
Why these rappers rainbow
I’m a [?] dancer with my AK like a tango
Putting niggas in they place, like a [?]
Bitch I came from the concrete
If I don’t go suit up and release venom from inside me
I’m a put these numbers on your face like a time piece
They gon’ pray by it all
Lord they wait on my fall
See em [?] by the neck
But I don’t play [?] ball
Niggas stay by the [?]
They brought hate to the ball
They gon’ sling with the pigs, I mean they lay with the law
Its a , cold game like hockey nigga, cold world like J.Cole
Full of false prophets nigga
Learn that what I had to watch what I say from John Gotti nigga
And then my flow, whole power like tsunamis nigga
Catch the wave, I’m tired, its FGE till the grave
But I’m fly, like I been resurrected
I elevate, I need my lime like I’m sipping tequila up in the shade
Got the juice
But just know this shit was in minute made
Talley!

[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
FGE in this bitch man, y’all know how I’m coming
I come from the bottom, thats how I know I’m the shit
Look in the mirror it’s true
It’s fuck the law cause they want you cuffed in the cage
Or your hands crossed in a suit
And fuck niggas, because cause you know they feeling the same
But lowkey police too
I’m on a mission, they saying it’s impossible
Don’t hit the gas like [?]
Just be impatient, see niggas hating yeah
Read them like articles
Watch out for hoes, tryna finesse ,fuck em like sex
They are some fools
Think what you wanna
Calling me like a transformer
Run up you gonna be a goner
Sing like Madonna
[?] protect your honor
[?] saved like a condom
Slide on that condom
I beat that pussy like Ronda
We ain’t hot like a sauna
Different, just like John was
Can’t see me, just like Wakanda
Raw undertaker Brock Lesnar doing Johnson
I don’t care what your response is
I go third quarter Klay Thompson
I remember flipping packs
On the phone like an app
I need paper even straps
Ain’t no time to relax
Bumpy road I fell off
Like a nigga had collapsed
Broskie them, got my back
Hold me down like a snap
Bad breaks how I grind
Stolen watch, it take time
Longer than it take 5
Hope you hit, waistline
Killing beats, Jason
It’s the fucking 8th time
And you niggas really bitches talking like a date line
Yeah I’m a fly guy baby come fuck with the real
Pop me like a pick, she gon’ let me bend and drill
96′ Chevy keep the stick behind the wheel
Packer, on that green bay, just like the field
Squaa

[Verse 3: WunTayk Timmy]
Let me in on the rapping debate
I’m the one with the capital take
Niggas ain’t have what it takes
Gave em’ a hand and got slapped in the face
Now I got racks in the safe and a [?] and more crack in the case
Anybody who don’t get out of my way is roadkill
Having a break, hoes still don’t be acting they age
I’m getting back in the back of the range. from two hoes
Thats Dracula fangs, I’m cool Joe to a cat in a case
They lying and they bots
It’s the alignment of the stars
Shit thats what I heard what it takes
You a rat in a case
I’m a rat with a snake
Cut the grass [?]
I’m an asshole, when I ask [?]
But the cash flow all that matters today
In the field with the sack [?]
I’m the illest rapper who lasted today
Prettiest man with a tat on my face
2k, nah, we ain’t finna play
[?] strap in my ways
[?] pussy is aqua
I hit the Chihuahua
The lady a gaggler
Baby a gaga
She calling me daddy, she hated her father
Niggas be acting, I ain’t with the drama
The [?] jacket will make it a [?]
The dudes in the back made me a monsta
I may be a [?]
Cause mama said if you [?]
And my papa weasel, like a jack in a box
Bought to find a deagle, with some apple stock
Apple on the back like a Macintosh
Clique clan, know I got the socks
Boots on and the camoflauge
Silencers take the loudest shots
Say “ss ss” [?] shadow box
Real shit niggas cap a lot
Talking big shit, thats caps lock
Nigga this shit like crack rock
Cause if you found me, you hit the jack pot
My team got a pad lock
Need to stop playing all the mans
[?] take a last shot
Now the money growing its a cash crime, nigga

[Verse 4: Montana of 300]
Rap God of G shit, you already know what it is man
Thinking about my kids thats what motivates me and and wakes me up
Amune to satisfaction can’t less success make me lazier
My son just faced time I told him I’m on my way to ya
.40 cal on me whenever I pick my babies up
I’m balling I’m schooling them, I’m professor Xavier
I don’t play games on tracks, this ain’t a stadium
Ya homies gonna scramble as soon as I Tom Brady ya
And why they RIP they shirts like Hulkamania
Slide down on them with two sticks like I’m sking
.40 hold like a dick when it aim like its peeing
I will cook a nigga it don’t matter the season
Don’t talk beef if you not gonna meet like a vegan
Like fake glasses, I got these bitches eyes glued
They ain’t the truth, ain’t you tired of being lied to?
Life’s a rollar coaster, who told you that the rides smooth?
You say its Gods plan, then put yourself in God’s shoes
Why would I send my message through men who could switch up letters?
Why would I let my kids get raped when I could switch the lever?
Why would I send my kids to [?] when I got something better?
Why would I sacrifice my son when I can have whatever?
My lyrics pop out, they make you wonder “Did God write this?”
Cause every joint that I drop tighter than arthritis
The ungrateful though young be catching alzheimers
You disrespecting, you get the coffin no bronchitis, GOD!

Montana of 300 – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

[Intro: Montana of 300]
Rap god, man, FGE shit, man. You already know what it is man
You already know why I’m here, man
I ain’t like this fucking beat. Only doing this shit cause my fans asked me
In the studio, eating Halls and shit. Still sick with this shit

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
These haters on my dick piss em off
Take a pic with his bitch flick him off
These rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
Sold they soul for a loan niggas lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
Belt buckle double g’s like two forks
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I was Too $hort
Was serving niggas in the mall like a food court
Deuce 5 on me I was Derrick Rose in New York
Had to put some squares in a box like some Newport’s
I grew older and my heart got colder
And my mind got stronger
And my money got longer
And them bitches got naked,and them people started hatin’
And my guns got bigger,so my flow got sicker
Let me tell you about this young cat,I always used to front packs
Was known for poking niggas for that paper like a thumbtack
I told them come rap, stop hangin with them dumb cats
It’s free J Real until the day my nigga comeback
I used to pull up on the block with the bass banging
Big Strap hug a nigga like he waist training
I catch you clowns running around get your face painted
I put the chrome to his dome cause I hate aiming
10K for a show, you better hurry before the price change up
Rap god the life bringer,The life changer
I hope they pull it, 30 bullets in my banger
Versace shoes on looking like the white ranger
And these bitches not my problem they ain’t stressing me
Bitch if you not my you bitch you can’t question me
And shawty wanna blow my whistle she be beggin me
You call her Stephanie?, I call her referee
Shawty got that fire head that’s a specialty
Head down between my legs OOOUUU pedigree
KP just called said he got another check for me
Like why you keep on sonning them I should get a vasectomy
Flow heavenly G.O.D. keep on blessing me
On my legacy
Saucing they want the recipe
I’m flyer then a Frisbee got all the bitches fetching me
And your bitch like my song she know every word like a spelling bee
Boy I swear we will be nothing breathing ahead of me
Came a long way from selling weed, wetting shit like the 7 seas
Stacking dough,and cracking hoes filling niggas with jealousy
Way before the felony’s had these bitch niggas scared of me
I promise if you threaten me, When I see you you better be ready to back it up because I’m on your heels like i’m Beverly
Killing the infidelity,After U like the letter V
Gun smoking so much I think God might just be inhaling me
My swagger said,Might bag ya bitch
Go through walls like casper shit
Might sent her back after I hit,Then go home to the baddest bitch
Thats savage shit,I spaz and shit
Rap god to some I’m blasphemous
I’ve mastered this,They mad as shit
They can’t stand me like Kapernick
I’ve passed the grace,[?]
My wrist matches Michael Jackson’s kicks
That 40 in my lap and shit,No poking me like cactus’s
And no more moving packages
I’m stacking chips,my cash is thick
They broke as hell but paying tithes
Reason there pastor is rich
Pole inside my jumpsuit look like I be running track and shit
This 30 be my magic stick
I shoot like I’m T Mack with it
Catch an opp in traffic like Lebron you know I’m [?] and shit
No joke and play,Just hope and pray one day I don’t go back to this