French Montana – Double G (ft. Pop Smoke) (Audio, Lyrics)

French Montana - Double G (ft. Pop Smoke) (prod. 808 Melo)

French Montana is back with “Double G” featuring Pop Smoke. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by 808 Melo.

French Montana Double G
French Montana Double G

Once again dipping his toes into the Brooklyn Drill scene, French Montana returns with a posthumous Pop Smoke collaboration. The world lost the beloved rapper back in February when he was killed during a home invasion in Los Angeles. Since that time, Pop’s family, friends, and fans have kept his memory alive by honouring the late-rising star. We’re fresh off the BET Hip Hop Awards where Quavo performed a tribute to Pop Smoke, and now we’re blessed with a new track from French Montana.

Previously, French spoke about his relationship with the New York rapper during an interview with Apple Music’s Zane Lowe. “A lot of people don’t realize how close me and Pop Smoke was,” said Montana. “We was friends outside the music and we had a lot of music together that we was planning on putting out, and I’m just so sad we didn’t get a chance to do that… He represents the culture; he represents everything about New York.”

French Montana – Double G (ft. Pop Smoke) (prod. 808 Melo)

Lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
So we good?
Ah (Shoutout 808Melo)
Grr, ah, woo
Swerve
Look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me
Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief
If a nigga moving Wock’, that’s when he gon’ see
All the Woos pop out the cut, totin’ 33’s”
I’m dark skinned and handsome
She like, “You a gorgeous little gangster”
She said I talk like a tourist, but I fuck like a gangsta
Got a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga
Beam on the gun, nigga
I’m the wrong one, nigga

[Verse: French Montana & Pop Smoke]
Ayy
I’m the main one, I can’t run
Eyes red like Saint John’s, broke down the work in eight corners
Now the crib like eight farms, one king and eight pawns
Pull up and bought eight foreigns
I hit it, then run like I got eight warrants
Eight hundred K chorus, three quarter mink out the forest
Pull up in them Aston Martins
Got low now it’s back to ballin’
Bet I’ll slang Eve out the garden
Like I’m N.O.R.E, know the Coke Boys get it cheaper
Got my top down, my feet up
Niggas sleepin’ when we creep up
Smokin’ on that ether, cup of lean
I pull up in that, “You can’t afford this”
Fresh up off the block, now I’m on the Forbes list
I’m walking down your block like I’m a tourist

Packs in it, dark tinted, black Camaro
Got the Cubans for the stash, I’m Robert De Niro
Millionaires, all my niggas fly in this
South Bronx, King Arthur, go and grab a chip
Where it’s fire there’s smoke, G5s in the air
French and Pop Smoke, blowing smoke, that don’t see clear
Top charts in the field, top dogs in the building

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me
Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief
If a nigga moving Wock’, that’s when he gon’ see
All the Woos pop out the cut, totin’ 33’s”
I’m dark skinned and handsome
She like, “You a gorgeous little gangster”
She said I talk like a tourist, but I fuck like a gangsta
Got a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga
Beam on the gun, nigga
I’m the wrong one, nigga

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