Free Lyrics – D-Block Europe, French Montana

Read the full Free 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 Both Sides and GEEKED, two other songs by D-Block Europe.

[Intro: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fly s*it I put on, thousands on the feet
Riding through the Bronx, MAC under the seat
Poppy on the phone, I need another key
You paying for them hoes, I get it for the free
Haan

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
Uh, I walk my dog with Hermès feet
Or probably Balenciagas
I got a 10 under my seat right now
I ain’t think the smartest

[Verse 2: French Montana]
All that twisting fingers got ’em RICO charges
Selling out the Garden, you reap what you harvest
I copped the two-tone (??)
You seen my dog home, I know heard the rumours

[Verse 3: Dirtbike LB]
I ain’t fazed, told the plugs I’ma run it in a couple days, I ain’t playing
He run out of shells, go spin the block with them bladеs
Perc 30’s causing me pain, matter of fact, whеre the fu*k are my shades?
Perccy d!ck for my b!tch, narsayee, she gon’ spend that s*it on chains

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Legit, it was copper flip, posted on the strip
Now legit, I know n!ggas sick, I could buy the strip
Chase a bag, run another lap, ’round the world and back
Shorty bad, go and run the tab, bring ’em, never take ’em back
Tryna take you home, baby, come be cool
You know I’m the one (??)
Coke wave boys, they do the dance
N!ggas out here hating, tryna stop us but we too advanced

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fly s*it I put on, thousands on the feet
Riding through the Bronx, MAC under the seat
Poppy on the phone, I need another key
You paying for them hoes, I get it for the free
Haan

[Verse 5: Young Adz]
Thank God London don’t do RICOs, they woulda had me stressed
I came in clean, Hermès crocodiles, I’m the young Hugh Heff’
Before I take her shopping, that hoe better pass her test
My Vegas hoe been sniffing too much coke, her heart’s a mess
We smoking Gushers, her pu*sy got a squirt button
She keep on gushing, I’ma sing straight to this hoe like Usher
We don’t use rubbers and we’ve known killers and known shottas
Ain’t have no blicky, bro sliced him with a cold cutlass
My Patek Everose, my AP tourbillion, you know?
The way she count this hundred thousand turn me on, you know?
I don’t get high, I relapse, get me started, it’s a month
This old hoe so turnt, I keep forgetting she’s a mum
And I’m thinking to myself, I’m thinking she the one
Keeping things to myself and I keep a gun
Bro skipped the country, firearm charge, had to do the run
And I don’t want her to leave but I’ll spend a mill’ if she moving on

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fly s*it I put on, thousands on the feet
Riding through the Bronx, MAC under the seat
Poppy on the phone, I need another key
You paying for them hoes, I get it for the free
Haan