French Montana, DJ Drama, Rob49 – Igloo Lyrics

Lyrics Igloo – French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49

You know what it is
When you hear that, Haan
Yessir
Yeah

Yeah, I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle
I ain’t never know this many n**gas was tryna hurt me
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one

Gangsta Grillz
You know what it is
I was gon’ give y’all a chance to catch up
When you hear that, Haan
Y’all n**gas takin’ too long though
Yeah

I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle
I ain’t never know this many n**gas was tryna hurt me
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo
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

I’m gettin’ money and she know it
I know that backdoor close, but I’ve been out here hustlin’
F**k that s**t, I kick the door in
They saw me 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 s**t, but turned up my whole life
All my n**gas s**t 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 motherf**ker
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, b**ch, it’s my s**t
N**ga say he up more than my gang, this n**ga lyin’

I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle
I ain’t never know this many n**gas was tryna hurt me
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo
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

Ridin’ with the horses, b**ch, no Kentucky Derby
Stay schemin’, f**k boys plottin’, tryna hurt me
Ridin’ with the ‘Wop, spin the block, ’til I’m dizzy
My old h*es watchin’ me on TV, know they miss me
Gettin’ money and she know it
Watch her charge you for the box
Frontin’ like she model when she horny
And n**gas ain’t nobody
Your guns ain’t got no bodies
Tryna make my heart stop and lean with the molly
You don’t need no passport to go to Vulture Island
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

I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle
I ain’t never know this many n**gas was tryna hurt me
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo
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
He just took a Percy pill, waitin’ on this b**ch to work
I be sellin’ like a weed like a tree, he’s tryna sell the Earth
N**ga, I ain’t took nothin’
All that woofin’ on the ‘Gram gon’ get your b**ch f**ked
He think he lit ’cause he got money, n**ga, f**k you
A big gorilla, even by myself, like King Kong
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 n**ga, I don’t give a f**k
I caught n**gas 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

I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle
I ain’t never know this many n**gas was tryna hurt me
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo
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

Where Vulture Island
Comes to Culture Island
That’s a Gangsta Grillz
Y’all still arguin’ about who the greatest is…

➤ Written by French Montana, Rob49, DJ Drama, ISM, SprngBrk, Kevin Gomringer & Tim Gomringer
Album: Coke Boys 6
Produced by ISM, SprngBrk & CuBeatz
French Montana | DJ Drama | Rob49 | 2023

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