Talk To Me Lyrics by French Montana
French Montana became the scene of a mass ***
That’s right, right now the feds are involved, the ATF, the U.S. Marshals as authorities are trying to figure out who opened fire
I’m a savage, I got wild habits
*** been thuggin’, stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (Bah-bah-bah)
.40 blows sounds like cars crashin’
Word to Kim, they left his brain, it’s on the car dash (Woo)
Xannies to sleep, Perc’, Addys to turn up
He gotta go, he witnessed the ***
My hands ain’t free, I can’t hold no grudges
If he a gangster and he told, it ain’t no discussion
Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost
My *** be gettin’ ***, gotta check her pulse
She said, “Bust me down, French,” she bust me down
I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown
I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer
Million dollars for a show, started from a cypher
Come and talk to me
‘Cause I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you
I really wanna show you
Digits took it too far, I go too hard
*** been thuggin’, I got killers on the Zoom call
Hustle too smart, and they don’t do charts
Forty-bricks distribution like it’s TuneCore
We grindin’ if you with it, everybody knew it was impossible
Until the fool came along and did it
Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold
If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole
Comin’ soon from the Mollys to the Percs
Now they takin’ shrooms, helium balloons, still runnin’ on fumes
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer
*** Boys, Montana, it ain’t nothing realer
Come and talk to me
‘Cause I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you
I really wanna show you
New details this noon after a mass *** outside a restaurant in Miami Gardens
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong
I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve
I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome
*** Boy, baby