Going Yeezy Ft Dj Drama Cheeze Lyrics | French Montana

"Going Yeezy" lyrics French Montana, DJ Drama & Cheeze Lyrics "Going Yeezy"

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' easy (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' easy (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' easy (Oh, oh)
Fuck with me, baby (Haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy
(Gangsta Grillz)