French Montana - Fresh Air lyrics

100 grand, rubber band
A nigga low, a wanted man
Sure you're right, I know ya high
Talkin' crazy, run for your life
They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
Money can't buy the streets
I been paid, my men spray
100 rounds, sound like merengue
Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
That's what they thought
Now it's 40 on ya hat what's the matter huh
I'm the new breath of fresh air
Like a asthma pump representing
My militant squad that snatch you out
Ya car that you're renting
Told 'Kon put ya leg up
Five stacks on the floor
Watch homie fuckin' dig up

If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
We done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow

Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro
My seat is low
They fold up like that Peter Rowe
Get 'em in the mood off
The versatile, squirt it loud
Baby let me beat
Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I can do it easy, sleazy
Niggas speak and revokin' my bail
They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
I was weekly, creeply, sticks
Smoked 'em at a fast pace
Kuz mami this ya last take
Came in, only dropped the the glee way
Had 'em play DJs
Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies?
(Naw) big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can clear ya minutes
Out with one conversation, waitin'
Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
Niggas they be hatin'
Makin' shit that don't matter to the game
Kuz most of you niggas is lames ow

If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
We done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow

Shorty from the Lou'
She take it in the Coope
And niggas talkin' crazy
I'm shakin' in my boots
A couple thou, I'm Mr childs
Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
A proper team, I mean badabing
With a model bitch in the back gargling
I'm so high, open cooch baby
I told Grease, let me loose baby
Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
RIP to my dude Adee
My transition is phenomenal
Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
French Montana, everything signed and sealed

If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
We done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow