Lyrics French Montana

French Montana

Fuck What Happens Tonight

Fuck all that ho shit

Fuck all you fuck boys

Bitch, we're real hustlers

Get money...

It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz

I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote, your name in blood

When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood

Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom

Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed

Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone

You want it all, die alone

A war's going on nobody's safe from

Now we're talking to the judge when your day come

Like it was hard not to kill these niggas

It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas

Eight figures, need the eight story mansion

While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing

Diluted with blood in my eyes

Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga

I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me

Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight

Put it on mom with that clip on my back, I loaded it twice

Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price

Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife

Isn't life a motherfucker?

Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother

Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover

AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers

Riders' fucking with mobsters

Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta

Load up the clip, shoot up your mama

Bang bang, bless them father

Passed beside him, rest aside a lake

That's swimming with snakes inside

Look at my eyes, I hate disguises

Knife or gun, I compromise it

Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies

If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me

Nigga, until then...

I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea, back to the block

With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc

Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot

Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot

Lick shot, drip drop over the soil

Pot's hot until it boils

To this Crip shit, I'm loyal

Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us

Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us

She likes the French tip nails that I wear

And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah

You got truth, now the truth is to dare

Blue bandana, it's me and Montana

At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah

Nicknames for my blammer

I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me

The smell of blood in the bathroom

Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds

I told this nigga I was coming back

Pussy must not have heard when I told him that

Nigga, it's eye for an eye

A life for a life, a body for a price

I want to smell his last breath took

And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks

Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it

Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing

Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it

Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it

Something evil this way's coming

For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished

I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely

Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight

Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me