Letra de Going Yeezy - French Montana & DJ Drama

(Feat. DJ Drama, Coke Boy Cheeze)

Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album

But then again, not too much

Girls still out here poppin' their boxes

Kids out here smokin' weed, listenin' to rap

Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here

Montana

(Coke Boy, baby)

See, me and French

We go back like Cocaine City DVD's (Ow)

The come-up was crazy

Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us

Fuck with me, baby (Ayy)

It ain't easy, I'm goin' Yeezy (Oh, oh)

(Gangsta Grillz)

Fuck with me, baby (Haan)

Life is hard, tell death to take it easy (Montana)

DJ Drama

Check the penthouse, word to Dyckman, you ain't see these heights (Ayy)

Smell strong, he gotta double-back and seal it twice (And seal it twice)

My drop cost two planes (Planes), I'm Biggie with two canes (Canes)

My block like Ukraine (Ukraine), my opps with Houssein ('Sein)

Underground, her bag brown, opened up new lanes (Lanes)

Caught in highs, Peewee curvin', legend in two games (Games)

She pop pills and she swallow, I'm in her DM, like Latto (Ooh)

Black future the motto, hard act to follow (Haan)

And word to Ross, let that beef end

My bitch like Angelina for the weekend, get it by the deep-end (Uh)

Top of the engine glass (Glass), she keep the burnin' stash (Stash)

My nerves is bad, I ain't rocked Louis since Virgil passed (Virgil passed)

From the mud to the world is ours, ten-mill' plus in cars

Wine like Russians are, your favorite rapper pressin' charges (Skrrt)

They was boujee at the top

So we met 'em at the bottom, like the letter V, this that longevity

Fuck with me, baby (Ayy)

It ain't easy, I'm goin' Yeezy (Oh, oh)

Fuck with me, baby (Haan)

Life is hard, tell death to take it easy (Ayy, yeah)

You ain't talkin' money, speakin' paper, I don't need a lecture

Two chicks, black and white, yin and yang, Salt-N-Pepa

Had them youngins at your throat, don't want no smoke, you know it's pressure

Runnin' 'round reckless, caught a charge, like the brand new Tesla

Ride the wave, I'm on the C-floor, like the Lord's treasure

I ain't into textin', bring the check and flex it like a wrestler

It's your boy Cheddar, fiends used to love me, I was a raw seller

Her jaw's wetter, nigga, ask your bitch, I'm a jaw stretcher

Know it's coke, fresh up off the boat, Rozay and Montana

It ain't a joke, nigga, for that dough, tie up your mom and grandma

They keep on hatin' and waitin', hopin' that God don't bless you

Keep on hatin', trust, this .38 special

Fuck with me, baby (Ayy)

It ain't easy, I'm goin' Yeezy (Oh, oh)

Fuck with me, baby (Haan)

Life is hard, tell death to take it easy

(Gangsta Grillz)

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