[Intro]
French Montana became the scene of a mass shooting
That's right, right now the feds are involved, the ATF, the US Marshals
As authorities are trying to figure out who opened fire
[Verse 1]
I'm a savage, I got wild habits
Coke been thuggin', stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (Bah-bah-bah)
Forty blows sounds like cars crashin'
Word to Kim, they left his brains on the car dash (Woo)
Xannies to sleep, Perc', Addies to turn up
He gotta go, he witnessed the murder
My hands ain't free, I can't hold no grudges
If he a gangster and he told, it ain't no discussion
Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost
My bitch be gettin' high, gotta check her pulse
She said, "Bust me down, French," she bust me down
I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown
I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer
Million dollars for a show, started from a cypher
[Chorus]
Come and talk to me 'cause I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you? I really wanna show you
[Verse 2]
Digits took it too far, I go too hard
Coke been thuggin', I got killers on the Zoom call
Hustle too smart, and they don't do charts
Forty bricks distribution like it's TuneCore
We grindin' if you with it
Everybody knew it was impossible until the fool came along and did it
Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold
If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole
Comin' soon
From the mollies to the Percs, now they takin' 'shrooms
Helium balloons, still runnin' on fumes
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer
Coke Boys, Montana, it ain't nothing realer
French Montana became the scene of a mass shooting
That's right, right now the feds are involved, the ATF, the US Marshals
As authorities are trying to figure out who opened fire
[Verse 1]
I'm a savage, I got wild habits
Coke been thuggin', stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (Bah-bah-bah)
Forty blows sounds like cars crashin'
Word to Kim, they left his brains on the car dash (Woo)
Xannies to sleep, Perc', Addies to turn up
He gotta go, he witnessed the murder
My hands ain't free, I can't hold no grudges
If he a gangster and he told, it ain't no discussion
Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost
My bitch be gettin' high, gotta check her pulse
She said, "Bust me down, French," she bust me down
I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown
I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer
Million dollars for a show, started from a cypher
[Chorus]
Come and talk to me 'cause I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you? I really wanna show you
[Verse 2]
Digits took it too far, I go too hard
Coke been thuggin', I got killers on the Zoom call
Hustle too smart, and they don't do charts
Forty bricks distribution like it's TuneCore
We grindin' if you with it
Everybody knew it was impossible until the fool came along and did it
Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold
If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole
Comin' soon
From the mollies to the Percs, now they takin' 'shrooms
Helium balloons, still runnin' on fumes
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer
Coke Boys, Montana, it ain't nothing realer
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