French Montana - Hell on Earth 2K (We Mobb) lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana] These old n***as dead, bring the forks out Montana Josh Smith with the Hawks Out Swiss cheese on him I'll Japan flag your head Red beams on em, white sheets on him It's hell on earth God gon' help you n***a help yourself first f** Forbes only thing working for us Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source I've been gone for a second street miss a n***a Broke with a swag or corny rich n***a Need a fix n***a, got that white girl n***a A1 New whip, White b**h credit A1 This be the lock out take one [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] I just met a new connect Ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy And if you try to stop me, disrespect me Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I met this girl in New York, say she from Lefrak p**y n***a calling say he want his sh** back My reply back you know how it goes Shawty kick a door, I've got robbed before Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack All you n***as a** cheek you run with a sheep pack Never been the one to talk I white sheet that Turn my back pulled down my B hat, blaat This can't be life I used to be a backseat driver Now I'm riding in the Maybach Couple of old friends trying to discredit me I put on for this G-sh** honor me [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Heart of a lion Body of a Boxer Mind of a criminal who just got out the box Quality sixteen, dopamine flow Bottle pop rap pills and moscato So many songs I got thousands kid Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs Feet up, VIP, lounging b**h way I deal, not real he's counterfeit Get you a infamous empire state boy The real thing are we, no joke, I'm no toy The most inglorious, notorious ba*tard Don P, flocka and Montana sh**