Montana of 300 - Faneto Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]:

Its more than this rap shit my nigga
Niggas better recognize
Know what fucking time it is man
FGE shit man
It's our time
I don't got no fucking enemies
They all dead
And if I get some new ones
Shit, Imma just kill they ass too


[Hook]:

40's in this bitch
9's in this bitch
Slide in this bitch
Iron on our hip
Squad in this bitch
We live in this bitch
Try in this bitch
You'll die in this bitch!

[Hook]


[Verse 1: JReal]:

Grahhh
BOOM!
And I been hearing all that sneakdissing (sneakdissing)
I told bro don't trip let me get him (Me get him)
They just mad cause we hot now (hot now)
FGE is all they talm bout (talm bout)
Tony told me world is ours now (ours now)
So all you suckas gotta starve now (starve now)
Y'all gone make me bring the block out (block out)
Hop out with the moptop
Tear your block down
BOOM!
Y'all know how I rock nigga (rock nigga)
1500 be the block nigga (block nigga)
Niggas try to take my life but I ain't going (ain't going)
Stupid Steve hit the corner blowing
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Now you know shorty with the shit (with the shit)
And with this 40 I don't miss (BOOM BOOM!)
I'm in the trap working out my wrist
Bitch I'm paid in full
Ho I think I'm Mitch (I think I'm Mitch)
I got money I got guns (I got guns)
I might shoot some shit up just for fun (just for fun)
Fuck wrong with these niggas
Must be dumb (must be dumb)
They don't know that I'm Nick Cannon with that drum!


[Verse 2: Talley of 300:

Yeah
My toungue hold life
But my belt hold death nigga
I'd rather give love
But got no problem giving you rest nigga
I'm down to die by it
Take a stand
Live bout it
God my only judge bitch
'Til then fuck justice
Cause I'll pray for my enemies
Friends and those kin to me
But don't never cross God's son
Cause I'll take breath from any 3
Yeah
I only trust that money in this cruel world
But they hating
Hope they ready for the new world
FGE we taking off
And this plane won't lose fuel nigga
300 we run it
You can't fuck with this duo nigga
All stripes when we take shots
On whatever pocket
Pool nigga
And we gone let you mold that
Unload that
On you mule niggas
Fool shit don't fly with us
And on fuck shit I ain't lighting up
Only real ones get to ride with us
And any loose ends
Getting tightened up
Yeah
Back to Benjamins
That's how I make sense of it
Nigga tell me what's real
I'll show you what the difference is
Look
I'm a matador
Cash is what I got in store
Work you up
Cut you up
Bitch I won't go back and forth
Weigh my arm and hammer
When you hear that thunder
That ain't Thor
Be in the block
Come back for more
Give them what they asking for
Yeah
Make 'em bite the dust
Right after they smack the floor
Bitch I'm a drop 30 on you
My shooter gone match my score
Haaa
If you can see me you dreaming
Bitch but don't wake the demons
Cause we ain't aim at your [?]!


[Verse 3: Montana of 300]:

Uhh huh
Stupid bitch
Getting money with my brothers
I'm Nino (I'm Nino)
Fuck niggas getting robbed if I need dough (If I need dough)
Don't cooperate
No problem we gone blow (We gone blow)
Don't ask us no shit about no murders
We don't know (We don't know)
Rap God FGE CEO (CEO)
Punch lines hitting hard
He Debo (He Debo)
You rappers funny
Fu as fuck
See before
My fans turnt watching
Can't sit calm
T.V show
Woo
I just hit a stain faneto (faneto)
Yaah
I be getting brain from these hoes (From these hoes)
Take off like a plane on these hoes
M.O.B
No I don't got no change for these hoes
I ain't Wayne
I don't never make it rain on these hoes
I'm that nigga
I don't gotta spit no game to these hoes (To these hoes)
Pretty birds on my thang
Flamingo (Flamingo)
And bitch i just got 30K for 3 shows
Fuck a label
I'm too fucking hot
They can't cool me down
Killing shit
Flow so fucking sick
Call up Doogie Hows
Been connected like a unibrow
Since a juvenile
In the whip cruising through the town
Hustling moving pounds
From the gutter
Got it out the mud
But I'm not Snootie Wild
Been in trouble
Beat 2 or 3 cases
Fuck your jury trial
Never gave up
Never threw in towels
Made my goonies proud
Model bitches wanna do me now
They like groupies now
I'm in they mouth
Like a root canal
Your boo blew me down
2 3 rounds for you goofy clowns
Better move around
No mechanic but no need to panic
Keep theat tooley round
Bet he rest
45 to his chest
Call him Boobie Miles
Shoot em' up
Then I shoot em' down
We don't fool around
Wet em' up
Come swim with the sharks
I bet you will drown
Yo squad filled with pussycats
Make yo crew meow
Extendo clips
I'm 33'n y'all
Patrick Ewing style
I'll smoke everybody in this bitch
Like a hookah lounge
Broski nem blowing fruity loud
My whole crew be wild
GANG!