Twerk - French Montana/Slim Dunkin

Written by：French Montana

Another day drink smoke just another episode

Everything you witness been the realest sh*t you ever saw

Know a couple niggards that be down for that 25

Know a couple bad b**ches down to let the homiest ride

Red bone Maserati two tones riding shorty

I'll be low key like cheap coke told that snow man ski slopes

Stunting on them niggards let the haters watch

Black tee black sneaks black Bentley watch

Riding home team f**k the other side

South side on the beat suicide

I got diamonds on my neck hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove need another lick

Money on my mind your b**ch up on my line

I don't want that ho b**ch I'm on my grind

I got diamonds on my neck hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove need another lick

Money on my mind your b**ch up on my line

I don't want that ho b**ch I'm on my grind

I thank the lord for everything God

Gotten given me life again when a niggle got shot

I've seen a lot of niggards give their life to that glass pot

Thank lord for the

The blocks the rocks the weed the licks

Shanty motherf**ker a cop

So much pain in me you gonna

Find your body stinking trying to get a name off me

Bang bang homier

I stay flame homier middle finger f**k you

They say I changed homier drugs running all through my brain

They say my mind poisoned so who wanna catch the venom

I got diamonds on my neck hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove need another lick

Money on my mind your b**ch up on my line

I don't want that ho b**ch I'm on my grind

I got diamonds on my neck hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove need another lick

Money on my mind your b**ch up on my line

I don't want that ho b**ch I'm on my grind

I got diamonds on my neck real niggards next to me

Looked up to heaven told mama say a prayer for me

You either real or you ain't ain't no in between

Missed me with that sh*t I can't catch a dream

I'm about that action niggle missed me with that acting niggle

Potato on the pistol we be mashing niggards

F**k these rap niggards tell 'em knuckle up

We can take it to street I'm ma f**k 'em up

Tell 'em buckle up blasting off to mars

All we blow is gas we smoking race cars

Certified hood niggle check my face scar

Don't split my team up we in space bars

I got diamonds on my neck hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove need another lick

Money on my mind your b**ch up on my line

I don't want that ho b**ch I'm on my grind

I got diamonds on my neck hammers on my hip

Grams up on the stove need another lick

Money on my mind your b**ch up on my line

I don't want that ho b**ch I'm on my grind