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[Intro]
Ooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? (Oh)
We all got them trials and tribulations (slatt)
We all got a lotta niggas hatin’
But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
You hear me? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bitch I really be rappin’, all my niggas really be trappin’
You hear me? But tell me what’s the difference though

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (Ben)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (again)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (can it get)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)

[Verse]
I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
Heard these niggas want it, grab the gutter, time to roll (skrrt)
Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see ’em (bow, bow, bow)
MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear ’em (pew, pew)
Bitch we really steppin’, he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
‘Til that nigga die open fire every time I see him
Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon’ get ’em though
Every day I’m runnin’ with some hittas straight up out that four
Really big B livin’, sellin’ drugs right up off the porch
Play ’round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin’ choke
‘Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
I want a nigga for to take it from me
I heard these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
They know that we stay ’bout whatever (yeah)
If he play then you know we gon’ stretch him (yeah)
I’m runnin’ with some cold steppers (steppers)
They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
Say he gon’ rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (yeah)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (yeah)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (ooh)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra)

[Verse 1: $avage]
Yeah
Cypher 7, you niggas know the fuckin’ routine
Mob
Coming up I had it rough, yup every night I used to pray
I was tryna do it big, all a nigga had was faith
My bro in the cage, fightin’ for us like no MMA
Free the real, when they come home it’s a holiday
No it ain’t no MILF, when this fuckin’ .40 pop a pussy
I ain’t drinking on no milk, but I smoke a lotta cookies
I just came in the game, ballin’ on ’em like a rookie
Shorty see me shining, she blew on me like I fuck with Tookey
Money, drugs, and murder, I come from Peoria nigga
And I’m not Sean Livingston but I’m a warrior nigga
She thick and she bad as fuck, give me neck like I’m Dracula
Come through with this .50 spittin’ it’s gon’ be a massacre
Clapping at you like a graduation once I cap ’em up
Smoke a nigga like a session I ain’t even pass the blunt
Shooting at you like directors since you niggas acting tough
Now it’s ambulances backing up with bags to pack you up
Ain’t no question how I’m rocking we the fucking trending topic
If it’s beef, CP3, how I’m shooting with the rockets
FGE, taking off, while you haters sitting watching
Hit his teeth, with the iron like I’m golfing, get a coffin bitch

[No Fatigue: Verse 2]
FGE shit man, ha
‘Tigue in this bitch
I been grinding, feel like Weezy, I got money on my mind
You know that I play to win, like it’s money on the line
I’m not taking disrespect, all this shit gon’ get correct
Know some niggas cut like chess get X’d and boxed you look connect
Watch me ball just like a scout, on anyone who gon’ doubt
I know I’m gon’ make it out, I make all my haters pout
Some of my niggas move pillows like they tryna fix the couch
Soon as they get that shit in, you know they gon’ get it out
Tried to tell ’em we don’t play, that’s what’s tried and they failed
Watch these niggas, they not real, they not built for this, they frail
Bring that bullshit, and we sprayin’ tryna clear the smell
Y’all be the ones 12 that’s singing like 112
Smart and cute with a nice body, not for hogging couldn’t pass it
She was wanted just like Angela Jolie I gotta have it
Used to fuck her lost connection now shit lagging guess shit happen
Beat that pussy up, we go pound for pound we not dapping, uh
Every beat I touch, I murder, I know the feelin
Fans know when I’m on beast, like O’Neal I shall kill
No sirens got a clear path headed to the top
Pussy nigga might foul but he know that free shot
Ball in this bitch no blender bottle
Gotta thick bitch gon’ bend then swallow
I told bro we can’t give up, I don’t quit just like Apollo
Creed, I know I ain’t perfect I’m a sinner like MB but
I still pray everyday, and not just for me

[Verse 3: Talley of 300]
Yeah, Talley
FGE shit
Look, aye, going down they throat again
If they hate watch ’em swallow it hard
I’m gifted as a holiday card
These niggas sweeter than holiday heart
Bitch I been the truth, and gon’ be either when I meet God
I don’t speak watch the bodies I crop
But don’t get put in that closet it’s dark
So much shit follow my heart, had the heart in it
That’s spending they worth won’t get caught in it
I need everything blessed when I’m crossing it
So I searched for God’s power and harnessed it
Faith boosting me up like a starter kit
Said your word was the sword so I sharpened it
Now my verse is so worth you could auction it
I collect with a blame, but literally
And fuck shit ain’t safe if it’s near to me
I’m down to die for who’s dear to me
Hard for me to cry but it’s tears in me
Theres no fear in me, for every fuck nigga hearing me
I drive with that steel like I’m Harry B
And I pop it like a pill in me
So full of rage, I cage it
Only God knows how amazing
Don’t be a John Doe I’ma blaze him
He in church only Jesus could save him
I guess it’s with the beat when I take him
Wanna play it ain’t free I’m a gamer
Like 2K no 2 3 when I fade him
Put that lead in his sheets and erase him
Now back to that paper, aye
Like schooling nigga, and I been on my A game
I don’t know where you been nigga
I go hard as the freight train, I get shit moving nigga
Don’t think like I slang ‘cain
How your bitch tryna move in nigga
And I stay fly as a crane, high as Mariah could sing
And I like my dollars the same
So you know I’ma grind to the grave
Go axe if I slide, if I bang
Bet my city won’t lie on my name
Even though they know how I behave
They don’t know we got bodies for days
Rahhh!

[Verse 4: Montana of 300]
Pray For The Devil right on schedule they can’t get me off his heels
Rap God bitch and yes I get paid for the flow no water bill
My shit been ill as coughing, still I’m on the road not off a pill
Don’t even start I’ll squeeze and spark Steven Seagal I’m hard to kill
I’m known to blow you all to chill get turned to fire Marshall Bill
Then you’ll know what I talk was real, and how inside a coffin feel
And niggas know how I’m shooting, you don’t want smoke like I’m Reggie
Let’s keep it G, you don’t want beef, you don’t want me like a deli
I hope you ready when I slide up on your ass like a wedgie
Come out the cut no machete, this bitch gon’ blow like it’s Becky
I’m godly with the bars, like the lord was my celly
I’m ’bout my cake Little Debbie, these rappers know they ain’t ready
They just my sons and right now I’m babying ’em like a belly
They say Montana got this bitch on lock but I ain’t R. Kelly
Im cooler than Uncle Jessie, known to snap Fonzarelli
You see the drip like I’m sweaty, you wanna jacket no Pelle
I made it happen with music, pour some strings like a cello
If you want war then I’m gon’ draw like Triple G and Canelo
I’m bringing heat like a kettle, yo ass is grass like a metal
You know my metal to put niggas in the dirt like a shovel
I’ll take you there like a shuttle, and take your soul like a pedal
Came out the hood not the ghetto and he thought he seen the Devil
I shot him in both of his thighs and the knee like Carmelo
I had him shaking like Jell-o then took his top off, LaMelo
Squa!

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
I like that song
You talkin’ ’bout, um
[?], right
No, you don’t understand me
I just don’t want you to leave me

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me)
That got love for a thug (love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah
I’ma run this money up with you
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do
I’ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Verse 1]
They can’t see up in my tension
Why you all up in my business?
I can show you how to get it
Just show me your intention
Like a [?] of drugs, I flip it
Just tell me where to ship it
Feelin’ like [?] packs comin’ through the mail
I done made a whole lot of benjis
Heard ’em say that they ain’t feelin’ me, nigga
Wanna beef and I’ma go and [?] at them niggas
Bet you knowin’ that I live like fuck them niggas
Don Dada, it ain’t shit for to touch them niggas
Got a show for a check, gotta rush to get it
Northside in the slums, I be thuggin’ lil’ nigga
YoungBoy fucked up, I don’t trust these niggas
Fuck them, me and you we could go and get it
Covered up in Gucci ‘fore we hit the block hold on, cut on my song
When I pass through the north, let the window down
Out the door, cuttin’ up, show ’em how I’m strong
I already know I wanna fuck when we pass by time and we make it home
If you already know I don’t play around
You could take your clothes off and turn around

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah (ooh)
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win (ooh)
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (let me see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (feel your love)
You show me, girl (yeah)
That got love for a thug (got love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (yeah)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah
I’ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too (I am)
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do
I’ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Verse 2]
Slow down, yeah (slow down)
Bitch, you better not panic when it go down (when it go down)
Had to tell my mama I’m ten toes down (forever)
But you know I keep a gun every time that I road run
Bet you already knowin’ how I come, I don’t stand down
And you know I’ma die if them niggas play ’round
Hide from the cameras, I ain’t goin’ outside
In my face girl, you better not tell no lies
I’ma leave like I’m wrong even though I’m right, yeah
Money comin’ fast and slow (and slow)
Pass by time, we go (we go)
Well, you never know (oh)

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah (skrrt)
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win (nothin’ but win, yeah)
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (let me see it)
Let me feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me, girl)
That got love for a thug
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah (ah)
I’ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too (I am)
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do (yeah)
I’ma show you all what a brick do (a brick do)
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Chorus: Montana of 300] x2
She tried to run game (oh nah) told that bitch it’s over
She found her a lame (spendin’ loot) he be trickin’ on her
But don’t fuck the same (way I do) shit feel different don’t it
Left me in the rain (yeah) came back drippin’ on her

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
Check out my drip step up out the whip
Gucci on my kicks I’m in my bag
Like I’m eating chips she used to be my dip
Cold as ice but that bitch ain’t that slick
And I ain’t no [!] I had to roll
She went behind my back like I set a pick
Now she sick Bayless just like Skip
And she need a fix while he tricks
She sends naked pics she must miss this dick
I ignore her now she hurt she pissed
‘Cause it wasn’t worth the risk
You had your shot blew it like a crip now miss me like a brick
Now you spyin’ all on my Instagram
I’m drippin’ sauce you see me shinin’
You miss the way I taste you miss the way I used to slide in
Kissin’ lickin’ suck all on her titties while you ride it
Lay you on your stomach and go crazy from behind it
Feelin’ on your booty like R. Kelly bumpin’ grindin’
But we can’t rewind it
I’m the truth like confessions I came clean
Have the drip show that what the rain bring
Had to cut that bitch off tryna gangrene
You get dick but bitch it ain’t the same thing

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
Watch out I’m the shit, might have an effect on yo bitch
Aye, just like a pick, thought I was a lick
Said that she had my back realized that bitch wasn’t shit
No [!], she thought that I was gone slip
And it’s not a diss bet that she miss
What I used to do for baby like I’m the one that got [!]
Fuck her brains out fuck her brains out
Didn’t make no sense, on social media
Blowing up all of my pics I could tell she miss the dick
[!]
[!]
Thinkin’ I’m tweakin’ got me feelin’ like Wayne
Bitch got me misunderstood
Cut that bitch off, I know you see it was simple
Now it’s fuck her like a nympho, we used to fuck
No Chris Brown, switch up the tempo
Let her ride me like a rental, [!]
Break her back like a pencil, beat that pussy instrumental
Thinkin’ she had me, thought she had the game
All that bitch got was a demo, found her a lame
Trickin’ if he got it, [!] need to stop it
I got different options, had her on cuffs call me Thompson
Now that shit dead, unresponsive
She keep on callin’, I keep on pressin’ ignore
I fuck around I might block her, don’t do no pop-ups
I’m not your daddy or poppa
Shit got too hot so I dropped her, aye

I get it crackin’ like eggs I’m Yeshua back from the dead
I could turn any thought into bread
I’m no Christian but I got the Edge
It gets cold when I slide like a sled
When I do so no needle and thread
Bullets flippin’ up better hit heads
Turn a coffin into your new bed
I’m hip hop’s Stephen King of Westcraven
Gotta be on my paper no gradin’
Gotta bring ’em that message like ravens
Every struggle I went through was trainin’
Every loss there’s a lesson I’m gainin’
Can’t be scared to get wet when it’s rainin’
We can’t grow if we don’t let the pain in
Don’t make excuses and don’t do no blamin’
Everyone thinks the truth’s on the canvas
But only the creator could paint it
Bitch that means only God could explain it
Wanna meet him I’ll make some arrangements
Niggas act like it’s war that they cravin’
Until I come and do an invasion
If you real say that shit to my face
And not behind my back like an apron
When I see you don’t do no explainin’
Make you eat every word you was sayin’
I just wanna see what you was thinkin’
So you already know how I’m aimin’
Point it at his head and then strike him down
Make his ass eat a light like he Raiden
Put a part in his top like it’s braidin’
When that clip hit his top he ain’t shavin’
I’m a boss, bitch I do what I choose to
Bitch I been turned like a loose screw
I don’t sell drugs but I used to
I been the connect before bluetooth
I get top from your boo in a new coupe
I could rap I look good I could shoot too
I draw when it’s sketchy plus my shooters ready
To pull that bitch out like a loose tooth
They gone edit don’t care about who’s who
Tell your kids they gon’ cry when they lose you
Put they pa on the TV like Blue’s Clues
Murder scene when we shootin’, no news crew
Bunch of blood on his shirt that ain’t prune juice
I just made his designer say suwoop
Now he need a casket and new suit
Wet him up in the morning like Fruit Loops
I got God up inside of me
Go tell the devil that I am the hottest commodity
Loyal to the Lord without a havin’ a thought of a heaven
He didn’t have to promise me
In my country my president’s prejudice
Them devils do not believe in equality
Never compromisin’ with poverty
Don’t play games with your money, Monopoly
Get a check and invest in some property
Always leave with that steel like a robbery
Fuck everyone’s feelings don’t do sugarcoatin’
It ain’t no substitute for honesty
Ever wonder if Jesus is scared
Or he got the balls to pop up like the lottery
And if God’s so forgiving
Then would he be willing to accept the devil’s apology
I know I’m a blessing I don’t come in second
My flow is from heaven, my soul is protected
This rapper’s gifted and what I’ma give to you is out of the box
Like you opening presents
Me and hip hop like Hulk Hogan and wrestling
Can’t hustle too long, gotta know when to exit
Started off trappin’ and turned it to rappin’
It’s FGE, we the new No Limit Records
Got dough with my bros off the dope I was sellin’
Had hoes gettin’ naked, got throat like a necklace
Some homies got jealous didn’t know I was destined
Only Lord knows, with that pole I was reckless
We stopped what I’m doin’ like hold up a second
No PlayStation game, I was loading that tech in
My opps caught them bullets with no interception
I shot the crap out ’em like rolling a seven
I got the key to the door
Remember when I used to sleep on the floor
No eskimo but I pack heat in my coat
It ain’t no better feeling than bein’ awoke
Acknowledging God is the reason I’m dope
Make ’em fiend for the flow that make demons get ghost
He ain’t on my level so pray for the devil
For he is the sinner that needs it the most