Bricks & Walls French Montana

[Hook]
To my niggas behind the bricks and walls
When you come home
Them hoes and bottles on me
The streets my home
They don't love you till you're gone

[Verse]
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
5 series, 6 series, 7 series drop
They falter, the multi-
Million dollar boy, i feel insulted
No business with emotions I came from roaches
To deers in my backyard, now where I'm going?
My vision blurred, I couldn't tell you that far
I'm out for cash and fiends throw the rock on the glass like the backboard
This for my mans, till the end I look back for 'em
That did the crime, did the time, then to you I tilt my hat for
Homey my guns ring like telethons, intercoms
They get all in your skin like silicon
Still I'm goin, top off, locked jaw
A hot boy, I get higher than the top floor
One drop, two drops, three drops roll up
One shot, two shots, three shots, load up!
I see it now, never let em see you down
Hunnid rounds in the clip, silencers, you wouldn't hear a sound
Eat dirt, stole cash out my momma purse
Now I spend ten stacks on my momma purse
Cursin and outta jail
My nigga Max two million dollar bail
Coke Wave nigga, 2 million sale
Grease got the recipe and you can tell I'm Gordon Ramsey
You know I chef it up like a lobster tail!
On Canal I get it free, nah it ain't ten a key
Look homey it's 35, I dont know who told you lies
Strip hot, drop like flip-flops, no ceiling
Go snowmobiling on my wrist watch
Bitch watch me like Pay-per-view, this my come up
Watch me take one brick then make it two
Made it through the hurricane, nah I didn't know the name
Montana, you dont need no Arm & Hammer