Lockjaw (feat. Kodak Black) - French Montana

Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Blee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up a geek, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starving Monisha, Tamica, they vouching Before I had anything, I was saucing 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) Me and Future gang gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they filling up they nose I know my Levi got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the straw I don't even care about how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

Kodak Black I ain't been gettin' high Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly I notice, you think that you know shit All this shade that's coming at me, I wonder who throws it I got tunnel vision and these niggas out of focus Superduper sniper gang, don't get hit with the scope, kid, oh shit Otay, pray them niggas go away Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This went hella platinum, nigga it was just a throwaway My album so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking snow day Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters I got a selfie with Oprah, but I still ain't gonna post it And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06 I ain't cried since '01, they freed Lil Kodak, the kids back let's throw somethin You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though We gon' end on a high note I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I... (Oooooeeeeeee yeah) I could spot you from a hundred miles away, oh I can see you through my Jim Maui shades, aye When I pull up, I'm in a black Audi a8, aye Leave your man 'cause he ain't nothin' like me, babe I've been trying to get my blower 'cause I ain't never wanting to be linking up I don't ever wanna be doing features I stay far away from these people Said she love me, but I don't believe her Yeah I want you, but I don't need ya Even when I ain't lookin', I see ya You can't even see me, but I see ya I'm just chilling, smokin' reefer Dropping codeine in a liter I've got more stripes than a Zebra I'm a Gemini, she's a Libra Pulling stunts like Evil Kenevile Once I freak her, I'm gonna delete her I was just talking to Auntie Rita Told her "stay out here 'cause we need ya" aye aye I ain't stalking, but I see ya over there, yeah Yeah I'm watching 'cause this Sniper Gang for real, yeah Hit the Dentist, and I'll put diamonds in my grill, yeah Don't think I'm soft girl, I'm just showing you how I feel Aye, yeah yeah yeah, pulled up on a pill Aye, yeah yeah yeah, can see ya from over here Aye, yeah baby girl I can see you in a lift See you riding in a spliff I put VV's in your ear, aye I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh

Yeah Yo, yo Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (bad bitch) Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em, "Let's do Saks Fifth" Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (uh-huh) Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone Either love me or leave me alone Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (facts) And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade Got the MAC in the bag 'case a ho wan' play (what's up?) Put me next to any bitch, I'm a upgrade (uh-huh) Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (ooh) But good dick ain't better than a bankroll (bankroll) So a broke nigga better be thankful (thankful) A bust down might make me touch my ankles This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty I got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini Take my life before you take my bitch from me Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna love on you If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna fuck on you Can I suck on you? Don't call the doctor Don't call your mama Don't call the preacher No, I don't need it

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)

Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir A la noche del camino ir Al del cielo Yo miraba una estrella No puedo vivir Al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir Que al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Del camino Tidadoudi tadoudi tadoudi Lon lei lon lei lon lei Ti loulali talouli dilouli Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací Yo voy caminando A la monta