Fuck What Happen Tonight Lyrics - French Montana

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 through Jamaicans, murder your family 

Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight 

Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me 

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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 and 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