I Shot Ya lyrics

by

French Montana



[Chorus: French Montana]
Said you was f*cking with him, but you ain't f*cking with him
50 Cal sound like a truck hit him
b*tches go both ways, n*gga, what your dope weigh?
n*ggas ain't f*cking with the Coke Wave
Shotty with the kickback, make you n*ggas sit back
Once you hear that click clack
You not f*cking with the Coke Boys, ho

[Verse: Big Cheeze]
Put something in your skin, no tatts
Flow like platnom coal, bars like gold crack
On the grind, all the time, no naps
I'm getting money, just need a closet for all hats
Cashed out, f*ck the rats
The trunk looking like the Player's' Ball out Detroit, all macks
I got the strip locked like [?]
All my fiends [?] protected, 'cause they [?] raw
Think sh*t is sweet, I'll crack your b*tch jaw
[?] tigh her up, [?]
Play with the moola, shoot right through ya
On the strip with dog food, no [?]
Know I get my hustle on, soda mixed with thе water
Yeah I get my bubblе on
[?] boots, [?] bubble on
Draw the 8 quick, I ain't tryna get my tussle on
Come f*ck with me, [?] f*ck with me
Do a drive bye on the P, [?]
You ain't [?] collect all the money
Drop off packages, yeah, I'm the devil's helper
[?] the water like Sosa
Leave a n*gga stinking in his addic or his floor like [?]
[?] wolves, in the yard out the cages
In the hoop, looking for n*ggas that ball outrageous
So we can stick them up, let the pump hick them up
If he think he tough, then [?] rip him up
Lay him down, treat him like Soccer, n*ggas'll kick him up
f*ck beef, counting the cheese, money gon' tripple up
Spit sick like sickle sell
And I stay fresh in them green [?]
On the grind, [?] dimes and the nickles [?]
Hit with shells, the kind [?] hell
Only move with family, stack a mill on them
Hop out the mag, with the [?] on them
Blue [?] 357 mag on him
He was attracted to beef, I put the bag on him
Me against the world, I really don't care
Hundred round clip Tommy Gun, [?]
[Chorus: French Montana]
Said you was f*cking with him, but you ain't f*cking with him
50 Cal sound like a truck hit him
b*tches go both ways, n*gga, what your dope weigh?
n*ggas ain't f*cking with the Coke Wave
Shotty with the kickback, make you n*ggas sit back
Once you hear that click clack
You not f*cking with the Coke Boys, ho
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