French Montana - Fuck What Happens Tonight lyrics
[French Montana - Fuck What Happens Tonight lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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