Erick Arc Elliott - FRENCH lyrics

f** it, yea Rolling through your hood without a G-Pa** Ain't no boys gon' bust like they need a** It's all green dawg Imma breeze past But the fiends Tim Duncan 'cus they need gla** And all these b**hes know they need cash 'Cus i eat first, n***a's better eat last 'Cus we ain't f**ing scared to let the heat blast I'm masked up, gased up The ritual to light a spliff or two It's all we ever do, ahead of you, I got a better view Collecting revenue, I met a fellow human who ingested chemicals And made it so we never move Except when he grab his genitals, I'm elevating To the revelation on your Pedestal 'Rari on the topic, I am nothing like you ever knew I could pay the better dues, be on my level too You stuck on the first stage, Im stuck on my level two The loiterer, the black warrior, the real euphoria Taste that, don't waste that, the Nas formula I freestyle for this b**h, she's a foreigner I drag her back to my den, then I'm clawing her Then I clubbing her, then Im thuggin her b**h know I'm wilding, b**h know I'm styling b**h know I'm styling like stally in a stalin Styling 'cus I'm wilding, young and I'm violent Awesome, plaing wheel of fortune in a foursome I hold a jawsome and let her swim in the endorphins And I divorce them, get's exhausting I toss 'em Double cross 'em, true religious, not an auction And i just got knowledge, middle finger f** it Whoever is not pollished, you just got dollars and I escaped college Dreams not a -, zombie prestige so we gotta keep the trees lit You hittin racks til your brain dead, shawty gased up; call that b**h wayne head Meech told me I ain't gotta talk to em'. n***a lift em UP and spark to em n***a talk to em, make it so you ride them out