French The Kid – Make It Out Lyrics
Make It Out Lyrics, Letra:
Intro
Yo, Look
Verse 1
Sat in the station no conversation with broski I just said it was me
Cah how the fuck could I live with myself
If my boy was in jail but he could’ve been free
You ain’t loyal g, just post all these quotes bout loyalty
Sat there with your gang not half of the man
That I am and that’s all on g
Girls say French you’re mean then back their bumpa to the gasoline
Bro got packs of the loudest weed
I guess smoke up till the packs unseen
Get no sleep but I’m chasing dreams
Just thinking lord can you save my team
Money like Diego they tell me fuego hasta luego then leave
Chorus
Touche l’un de mes frères j’mets d’l’argent sur ta tète
J’te promets l’ak47 envoie des balles come une lettre
Et ma Belle ne t’inquiète pas chui dans la street c’est La vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les les râpeurs et ces belles mélodies
N all my brothers gliding round the field
He’s got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me loves the way we live
I’m in the club with all the gang asif we made it out
Touche l’un de mes frères j’mets d’l’argent sur ta tète
J’te promets l’ak47 envoie des balles come une lettre
Et ma Belle ne t’inquiète pas chui dans la street c’est La vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les les râpeurs et ces belles mélodies
N all my brothers gliding round the field
He’s got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me loves the way we live
I’m in the club with all the gang asif we made it out
Verse 2
French on the beat shits real on the tune
Back the cup then straight to the moon g
I get kicked out when I step with the goons
Back it up don’t chat for the news g
I swear shits changed when I’m out with the views
Bare fake love when I step in the room
Know my ones yeah I know who’s who to the death with my boys
And hey got me to when I wave my hand like a wand
That’s alakazam that’s an opp boy down
Word to Slimz and I feel that bro just know that I’m there
When they come back round flashbacks got me turning around
But you can’t tell me shit when ya serving the brown
Make a milky with a stick high silly
And a laugh like fill when I’m back on the ground
Chorus
Touche l’un de mes frères j’mets d’l’argent sur ta tète
J’te promets l’ak47 envoie des balles come une lettre
Et ma Belle ne t’inquiète pas chui dans la street c’est La vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les les râpeurs et ces belles mélodies
N all my brothers gliding round the field
He’s got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me loves the way we live
I’m in the club with all the gang asif we made it out