French Montana Twerk song lyrics

Another day, drink, smoke, just another episode

Everything you witness been the realest shit you ever saw

Know a couple niggas that be down for that 25

Know a couple bad bitches down to let the homies ride

Redbone Maserati, two tones, riding shotty

I'll be low key like cheap coke, told that snow man: ski slopes

Stuntin' on them niggas, let the haters watch

Black tee, black sneaks, black Bentley watch

Ridin' home team, fuck the other side

Southside on the beat, suicide

x2

I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove, need another lick

Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line

I don't want that ho, bitch I'm on my grind

I thank the Lord for everything God gotten given me, life again when a nigga got shot

I've seen a lot of niggas give their life to that glass pot

Thank Lord for the???

The blocks, the rocks, the weed, the licks

Shawty, motherfuck a cop

So much pain in me, you gonna find your body stinkin' tryin' to get a name off me

Bang, bang, homie

I stay Flame, homie, middle finger fuck you

They say I changed homie, drugs runnin' all through my brain

They say my mind poisoned (so?), who wanna catch the venom

x2

I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove, need another lick

Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line

I don't want that ho, bitch I'm on my grind

I got diamonds on my neck, real niggas next to me

Looked up to Heaven, told mama say a prayer for me

You either real or you ain't, ain't no in between

Missed me with that shit, I can't catch a dream

I'm about that action nigga, missed me with that actin' nigga

Potato on the pistol, we be mashin' niggas

Fuck these rap niggas, tell 'em knuckle up

We can take it to street, I'mma fuck 'em up

Tell 'em buckle up, blastin' off to Mars

All we blow is gas, we smokin' race cars

Certified hood nigga, check my face scar

Don't split my team up, we in space bars (?)