French Montana - f** What Happens Tonight lyrics

[Hook: Mavado] I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely f**ing streets on me That's right – Jamaicans'll murder your family f** what happens tonight f** what happens tonight f** what happens tonight I got my gun on me [Verse 1: French Montana] It was murder she wrote… your name in blood When the love gone, your eyes diluted full of blood Six cars full of gold, six blocks heard the boom Dreadlocks, middle of June, headshots, get tombed Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone She want it all, die alone There's a going on nobody safe from Now we talking to the judge when your day come Like ”it was hard not to k** these n***as” It was like a full-time job not to k** these n***as 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 stillborn, n***as won't make it out alive n***a… [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] f** 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 n***as is ready no matter the price Playing with mine, you n***as ccan get it, including your wife Isn't life a ma'f**a? Since 17, that pistol been my blood brother Sleeping with that lethal weapon playing Danny Glover AK40, own a hundred if we talking numbers Riders f**ing with mobsters n***as want beef? Turn ‘em to pasta Load up the clip, shoot up your mobster “Bang, bang! ” bless ‘em father Pa**ed beside him, rest aside a lake That's swimming with snakes inside And look in my eyes, I hate disguises Knife or gun, I compromise it Oh Lord… I'mma ride on my enemies If I die tonight I bet them gangsters ‘member me n***a, 'til then… [Hook] [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] From the depths of the sea, back to the block With a b**h on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc Kick talk nonstop – “blocka, blocka! ” bloodclot Don't test the lion 'cause you'll get dropped on the spot Lick shots, drip drop on soil – hot hot 'til it boil To this Crip sh** I'm loyal… Dip with us, ride with us, fly with us, slip with us Sick with us, sing with us, bad little b**h wanna get with us She like the French tip nails that I wear And I'm so pimped out, the dreads in my hair You got who? Now the truth is to dare Blue bandana, it's me and Montana Had to drop a Caddy, with Tanisha, Alicia, Keisha, Savannah Nicknames for my blammer [Hook] [Verse 5: Scarface] The smell of blood in the bathroom Body laid out stiff, all the stab wounds I told this n***a I was comin' back p**y must not of heard me when I told him that n***a, it's eye for an eye A life for a life – a body for a price I wanna smell his last breath took And look him in his eyes And make sure he knows how d**h looks ‘Cause I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing Overk**ing, it's ain't not coming back from it Then walk away with a demeanor like I just done it Something evil this way cometh For big face hundreds, this b**h gets punished [Hook]