No Fatigue - Gummo Remix (of Montana of 300's FGE) lyrics

A lot of sh** has changed, watch me do my thing No, I'm not Terrance Howard, but I might hit your main Gave me so much head, I don't feel no brain b**hes no fatigue, I won't ever dream Take a lot of change ever since it changed up No that's not my b**h but she don't f** with lames now But that sh** you talking we won't entertain now I should call you Stitches, hating on the game now Different birds, different days, different nest yup She like when I backshot, I make her breast jump Good in the mid-range like Westbrook In the booth, I'm Bobby Flay, watch the chef cook Talking slick, you not rick, that will get you hit Four like a baby in her belly, yeah that b**h got kids Come on like [?], i'll smoke her p**y like a nick Let that b**h rock like a band it blew like a kiss Money tall as the ceiling and need leg room Slide threw yeah baby girl, yeah f** a new Your threesome yeah baby birl I f** with you I'm number one and sh**ting up em, yes I wanted too That b**h spitting like b rabbit, don't get silly yeah Imma shoot that b**h till it smoke just like a hippy yeah All my n***as know is hustle, just like Nipsey yeah Aye, I get money just like 50 yeah Get on beef and feel my sub just like i'm [?] yeah Get on beats and I go stupid just like Billy yeah Shout out my n***as, this sh** more than a milly yeah About that bread and I be there in a Jiffy yeah Mob sh** man We run up, middle of the day, shoot you in your face Fruity n***as always run their mouth But wouldn't bust a grape AK, pop out the cut with the Ak Shoot your a** then we do your a** just like Kobe Fade away Whole team full of shooters n***a Like we hooping n***a Big shells size of king cobra Sending em at your [?] f** computers we don't do debates You gone die today Roll my choppa like I'm Tay K But b**h this not a race, first place b**h I been won, this sh** been done Rob a p**y for them bands, uh Keep them hands up Wrong move and I blam you One shot and one W got hundreds and AR 15, f** a handgun Blahhhhhhh Touch the titties huh Drum here hold 50 huh n***as iffy huh Glizzy got the stiffy huh That's that 30 rounds, bullets got em getting down Pop his f**ing nose, yea that's how you k** a clown Yeah you know we told but that n***a still around A n***a snitching in the mob and we gone kick him out I'm on that cash sh**, run up no mask sh** Do a n***a dirty, rob him for his last yeah Take a n***a sh** f** a n***a b**h Shoot a movie, drop the sh** and load the clip Reload the clip These n***as running lip But they ain't doing sh** Shut up and stay the f** off my dick b**h