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French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49 Lyrics

Igloo
this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49

[Intro: French Montana, Rob49 & DJ Drama]
You know what it is
When you hear that (Yeah), “Haan” (Yeah)
Yessir
Yeah
[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one
[Interlude: French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49]
(Gangsta Grillz)
You know what it is
I was gon’ give y’all a chance to catch up
When you hear that (Yeah), “Haan” (Yeah)
Y’all niggas takin’ too long though
Yeah (Hahaha)
[Chorus: Rob49]
I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one, uh
Bet you heard I’m chill, but ’bout that money, I’ve been to kill somethin’
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Rob49]
I’m gettin’ money and she know it (And she know it)
I know that backdoor close, but I’ve been out here hustlin’
Fuck that shit, I kick the door in
They saw me at my lowest (At my lowest)
And they ain’t help or nothin’
They gon’ ask for handouts when they see me get that bag in
I’m a hustler, right?
Project baby, ain’t have shit, but turned up my whole life
All my niggas shit too, I just paid three-hundred for this quarter
Got me back and forth to school
I was outside every night, like I ain’t have nothin’ to lose
I was trappin’ like a motherfucker
Tryna move my mama out that crib we got evicted from
Landlord gave us pink slips
Now they can’t come close to this lil’ house, ’cause, bitch, it’s my shit
Nigga say he up more than my gang, this nigga lyin’
[Chorus: Rob49]
I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one, uh
Bet you heard I’m chill, but ’bout that money, I’ve been to kill somethin’
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ridin’ with the horses, bitch, no Kentucky Derby (Skrrt)
Stay schemin’, fuck boys plottin’, tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Ridin’ with the ‘Wop, spin the block, ’til I’m dizzy (Haan)
My old hoes watchin’ me on TV, know they miss me (Know they miss me)
Gettin’ money and she know it (Haan)
Watch her charge you for the box
Frontin’ like she model when she horny (Ah)
And niggas ain’t nobody (‘Body)
Your guns ain’t got no bodies (Bodies)
Tryna make my heart stop and lean with the molly (Lean with the molly)
You don’t need no passport to go to Vulture Island (Ah)
Never came back when I got it off co-signin’
My homie say he want it, if you got it, he gon’ leave with it
Couldn’t pop his chain, so he dragged ’em down the street with it
[Chorus: Rob49]
I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one, uh
Bet you heard I’m chill, but ’bout that money, I’ve been to kill somethin’
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that
[Verse 3: Rob49]
He just took a Percy pill, waitin’ on this bitch to work
I be sellin’ like a weed like a tree, he’s tryna sell the Earth
Nigga, I ain’t took nothin’
All that woofin’ on the ‘Gram gon’ get your bitch fucked (Mmm)
He think he lit ’cause he got money, nigga, fuck you
A big gorilla, even by myself, like King Kong (King Kong)
Yeah (Yeah), I still pray to G-O-D, try your luck, I’ll bet you see
I bring QC, like I’m P, I be easy, like I’m E
I bought drugs in this car, wrapped ’em in the baby seat
He still prayin’ to Allah, but he blow pistols, like a neek
I’m a four-wall nigga, I don’t give a fuck
I caught niggas moshed up, son, that’s ’cause I raised ’em
I’ma take that drive to the country to get ’em off
I ain’t trippin’ who I served, ’cause once I sell ’em, then they sold, yeah
[Chorus: Rob49]
I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one, uh
Bet you heard I’m chill, but ’bout that money, I’ve been to kill somethin’
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that
[Outro: DJ Drama & Rob49]
(Gangsta Grillz)
Where Vulture Island (Yeah)
Comes to Culture Island (Yeah)
That’s a Gangsta Grillz (Yeah)
Y’all still arguin’ about who the greatest is?

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Songwriter (s): Rob49, French Montana & Dj Drama

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records

Tyree Cinque Simmons, professionally known as DJ Drama, is an American DJ, record executive and music promoter. He is the co-founder of Generation Now, an Atlantic Records imprint with artists including Lil Uzi Vert, Jack Harlow, and Skeme on its roster.

 

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