Rips & fr33 Lyrics – D-Block Europe, French Montana

Read the full Rips & fr33 lyrics by D-Block Europe and French Montana from the album Worldwide Wave along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy D Block Europe’s music, you can also explore Intro, another song by D Block Europe.

[Intro: French Montana]
MO smoke the reefer
Fu*k around with (??)
Bad man, do your research
Free my dog, it’s the reverb

[Verse 1: French Montana]
MO smoke the reefer
Riding ’round with (??)
Bad man, do your research
Free my dog, it’s the reverb
Bad man, do your research
I dived in the baby feet first
When they catch up (??)
When they free the boss down, it’s the reverb
On block, it’s the show stop
AKs at your door-knock
(??) roll up
New money riding through the old block
Enemies got a whole lot
So I’m riding with the pole out
Open the safe, shorty, fall out
And all my shows sold out

[Chorus: Young Adz]
RIP the mandem, free the mandem
Ski the mandem, we the mandem, I felt abandoned
My darg ain’t dead but he locked up, another darg down
My new hand ting hold twenty rounds
I was hoping you’ll hit me, you know I feel down
Whip the work and send it out of town
Buy her Chanels, I put guns in her house

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Back blocks, ain’t no hero
Cold murders for the (??)
Day ones I’ma keep close

She don’t love you, she love them zeroes
Day ones I’ma keep close
Catch a RICO from a repost
Shorty bad, bust it open like a kilo
I’ma kill her pu*sy, murder she wrote
Staying alive like the Bee Gees
I don’t fu*k for freebies
Young’uns with their guns on repeat
He on trial for a three-peat
He on trial for a three-peat
Black shades on like I’m Stevie
Shorty crying, said she need me
Take my whole life, she can’t see me

[Chorus: Young Adz]
RIP the mandem, free the mandem
Ski the mandem, we the mandem, I felt abandoned
My darg ain’t dead but he locked up, another darg down
My new hand ting hold twenty rounds
I was hoping you’ll hit me, you know I feel down
Whip the work and send it out of town
Buy her Chanels, I put guns in her house

[Verse 3: Dirtbike LB]
Know your fee’s expensive, car’s expensive
Put on these Cartiers, blended
And I know these n!ggas gonna come out the grass now I went and put snakes on my pendant
‘Fore a n!gga went and fell off like Gilmore, fu*k you off percs, baby, make you feel more
My n!gga soon home, (??)
Bottle shows in the club but we spill more
Feel asleep off lean, had a dream
Thought slime was back here, thought he was speaking to me
Switching lanes in the coupe and it cost three hunnid
Not mad, need a reason to be
N!ggas dying over fentanyl and sick drügs
Thought you selling but that n!gga made me sick, cuz
All I know is fu*king money like a strip club
You know this s*it’s so easy to me

[Chorus: Young Adz]
RIP the mandem, free the mandem
Ski the mandem, we the mandem, I felt abandoned
My darg ain’t dead but he locked up, another darg down
My new hand ting hold twenty rounds
I was hoping you’ll hit me, you know I feel down
Whip the work and send it out of town
Buy her Chanels, I put guns in her house

[Outro: French Montana]
I see God, I see God, I see God
Haan
I see God, I see God, I see God
Haan