[Chorus: No Fatigue]
FGE we eating
Get your own plate
Bitch I be with shooters
And their form great
I perform great, got all these women on me
Got million dollar DNA, bitch I was born great
FGE we eating
Get your own plate
Bitch I be with shooters
And their form great
I perform great, got all these women on me
Got million dollar DNA, bitch I was born great
[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Come alive in the night like I'm Dracula
When I hit the stage, I be acting up
Fuck whoever hatin' them straps with us
Put your whole team on ice, like a pack of puff
Or we could fight bitch, I pack a punch
You get bagged, you get tagged, you could pack your stuff
If you knew what I knew bitch, you rather run
I was born with that fire, the dragons son
FGE like a buffet
All type of flavor bitch, all type of taste
Everyone eating, we all got a plate
Sauce we just drip it, all over the place
Too bright for your light, yea I know why you hate
Bitches, we toss em up like a bouquet
Haters can catch it, like Beckham you play
Then I light your top up just like the new Wraith
See, I've been seeing dollar signs nigga
And what's on the heart of all of my niggas
No new brakes, I'm on the grind and go make home even if I gotta slide nigga
But bitch I ain't runnin' from nothing
And ain't up and running for nothing
Somebody tell Humpty I dump em
It won't be a fake when I pump em
Then shoot in they face like a jumper
FGE we eating
Get your own plate
Bitch I be with shooters
And their form great
I perform great, got all these women on me
Got million dollar DNA, bitch I was born great
FGE we eating
Get your own plate
Bitch I be with shooters
And their form great
I perform great, got all these women on me
Got million dollar DNA, bitch I was born great
[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Come alive in the night like I'm Dracula
When I hit the stage, I be acting up
Fuck whoever hatin' them straps with us
Put your whole team on ice, like a pack of puff
Or we could fight bitch, I pack a punch
You get bagged, you get tagged, you could pack your stuff
If you knew what I knew bitch, you rather run
I was born with that fire, the dragons son
FGE like a buffet
All type of flavor bitch, all type of taste
Everyone eating, we all got a plate
Sauce we just drip it, all over the place
Too bright for your light, yea I know why you hate
Bitches, we toss em up like a bouquet
Haters can catch it, like Beckham you play
Then I light your top up just like the new Wraith
See, I've been seeing dollar signs nigga
And what's on the heart of all of my niggas
No new brakes, I'm on the grind and go make home even if I gotta slide nigga
But bitch I ain't runnin' from nothing
And ain't up and running for nothing
Somebody tell Humpty I dump em
It won't be a fake when I pump em
Then shoot in they face like a jumper
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