Ya Heard Me French Montana (Ft. Uncle Murda)

[Verse 1: : French Montana]
Montana from the block
[?] I cook them what they need in the pot
Bitch, please, [?] 23's and the drop
Nigga, I’m a G, blow trees out the top

[Chorus: French Montana]
That's seven hundred on the kush, you heard me?
We got power like Bush, you heard me?
Whip it and push, you heard me?
That's money over books, you heard me?
See homie on the lean, you heard me?
Ten stacks [?] the sleve, you heard me?
Homie, we got what you need, you heard me?
We cirtified G’s, you heard me?

[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
All my life, I been dealing with the crack game
Now I'm tryna switch it over to the rap game
And jealous niggas don't want that to happen
They want me in the hood, bussing my Mac 10
They wanna snitch on me, and try to get me locked up
Or catch me sleeping, tryna get me [?] up
Sorry, I'm the next king of New York
I'm the realest nigga rapping, and that's real talk
I had shootouts with police, they know I'm dangerous
Only thing is I ain't get caught like Larry Davis
Well I got caught once, they only found one gun
My man took the charge, I got mad love for some
He said "Murda, do that rap shit, make it happen
Go platnom, I’m serious, you laughing"
[?] get them Bentleys
I [?] he said "nigga, you hear me?"
Take care of your family, take care of your dawgs
I wanna see you on TV, getting them awards
So motherfucker, stop flipping that raw
’Cause if it come back in here with me, nigga, it's on
Do it big, like B.I.G. and Jay-Z
For Brooklyn, and [?] crazy
When you make it to the top, my nigga, let them niggas know [?]
My nigga, it’s your turn to blow