Stylin' On You

I be stylin on you haters, Tell your main bitch see you later [Hook] (x2) I be stylin on you haters Tell your main bitch I'll see her later Before the deal ________________ I shoot for the kill Coke boy bonafied cop [Verse One: French Montana] Came back 10 fold Maybach 10 hoes A fifth of hen, 10 O's Stay down 10 toes When that money coming fast I ain't gotta rob Montana Ballin like Oscar Rob, ask your broad Watch her climb off the pole let the ass bounce Top off the whole crew, that’s what I call a head count Fuck humble, triple double on these fake niggas Hundred rounds ….. Just to wake niggas up Shake niggas up Hole like 45 plates just to shake this is up Throw that money up never been ashamed Crib 4 acres yell fuckin haters [Hook] [Verse Two: Flip] The word on the streets that the nigga cokeboy flip hit his head right Certified street nigga with his bread right If im speeding through your hood with no headlights Better grip up motherfucker cause it’s a lead night Flip in drugs yeah cocaine gang Shit about to blow up, fire and propane Tell your bitch im straight Took her to the crib she on her knees blowing the whole gang You out of line I had you looking like the japanese Under pressure under water, beg the lord can you breathe My nigga splat keep his ….. On You gon see the next movement with the class of the young [Hook] [Verse Three: Chinx Drugz] I be stylin on you haters Tell your main bitch I see her later We getting money that’s a Outta town well respected im the boss money player New couple black and grey like the raiders Try to go back and forth like a fuckin If they don’t get me now they get me later Coke boys run new york more clock then the mayor Ive been putting work in overtime Young face but I was graced with an older grind They sneaking cheap shots but I resupply _________________ twist of lime These niggas slippin on they pimpin get your bitch in line Chinx Drugz squad up each an every time Fo sho maine, good night