French Montana - If I Die lyrics

[Hook] I can't sell these d** no more, Got too many felonies I can't trust these hoes no more b**hes like my enemies They wanna see me burn through the fall Yeah, In every thinking b**h last day Saw many bags end up half way Black glove and the ski mask Heard he has baby on his chest Made me feel bad sh** was all good just a week ago No we pouring champagne at the funeral Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar Heard he caught the bycha** skate with the visa sponsored links Should have seen the look on his brother when he came through Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do Men turn to b**hes, skank what the state do Put you on the box with the numbers tryina break you [Hook] I can't sell these d** no more, Got too many felonies I can't trust these hoes no more b**hes like my enemies They wanna see me burn through the fall Yeah, Toll was the hustler, Jermaine was the k**er He let the n***as stack it all up then he k**ed em I heard he got dropped from his main b**h Left the n***a laying stanking there ain't take sh** I heard the n***a died some island Like he seen a n***a face right before he shot him Whole gang, then he hit the block like it's no thang When everybody knew about the whole thang sh** scary and they ain't even drop the tearing Cans glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of ' We was young n***as hustling, tryina make it out alive [Hook] I can't sell these d** no more, Got too many felonies I can't trust these hoes no more b**hes like my enemies They wanna see me burn through the fall Yeah.