French Montana - If I Die lyrics

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[Hook]

I can’t sell these drugs no more,

Got too many felonies

I can’t trust these hoes no more

Bitches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fall

Yeah,

In every thinking bitch last day

Saw many bags end up half way

Black glove and the ski mask

Heard he has baby on his chest

Made me feel bad

Shit was all good just a week ago

No we pouring champagne at the funeral

Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar

Heard he caught the bychass skate with the visa

Should have seen the look on his brother when he came through

Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do

Men turn to bitches, skank what the state do

Put you on the box with the numbers tryina break you

[Hook]

I can’t sell these drugs no more,

Got too many felonies

I can’t trust these hoes no more

Bitches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fall

Yeah,

Toll was the hustler, Jermaine was the killer

He let the niggas stack it all up then he killed em

I heard he got dropped from his main bitch

Left the nigga laying stanking there ain’t take shit

I heard the nigga died some island

Like he seen a nigga face right before he shot him

Whole gang, then he hit the block like it’s no thang

When everybody knew about the whole thang

Shit scary and they ain’t even drop the tearing

Cans glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried

Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of …

We was young niggas hustling, tryina make it out alive

[Hook]

I can’t sell these drugs no more,

Got too many felonies

I can’t trust these hoes no more

Bitches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fall

Yeah.