Kharbouch released his debut mixtape in 2007 and had his first breakthrough with the single "Choppa Choppa Down" in 2010. He released his debut studio album Excuse My French in May 2013, which was met with generally mixed reviews despite commercial success from its lead single, "Pop That" (featuring Rick Ross, Drake, and Lil Wayne). In July 2017, he released his second studio album Jungle Rules, which peaked at number three on the Billboard 200.
Fuck What Happens Tonight
French Montana Lyrics
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Fuck all you fuck boys
Bitch, we're real hustlers
Get money,
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boys
I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me
It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
When the love's gone,
Your eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
You want it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's safe from
Now we're talking to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm strapped up
Two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like a stillborn,
Niggas won't make it out alive, nigga
I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me
(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
Put it on momma that clip in the back, and I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing with mine,
You niggas could get it including your wife
Isn't life a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, hold a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your master
Bang bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with snakes inside
And look at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
Nigga, until then
I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't test the lion
'Cause you'll get dropped on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop on soil
Pot's hot until it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, ride with us,
Slide with us, slip with us
Sit with us, slick with us,
This bad little bitch wanna get with us
Say she likes the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so pimped out
With dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
At the Tropicana with Tanehsa,
Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer
I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me
The smell of blood in the bathroom
Body laid out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard me when I told him that
Nigga, it's eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a price
I want to smell his last breath took
And look him in his eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Over killing, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away with a demeanour
Like I just done it
Something evil this way's coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished
I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight,
I've got my gun on me
French Montana's song "Fuck What Happens Tonight" is a gritty and intense track that focuses on the harsh realities of street life. From the opening lyrics, it's clear that French and his collaborators have no time for "ho shit" or "fuck boys." They are real hustlers who know that in order to survive in the streets, you have to be willing to do whatever it takes to get money. The song features a heavy beat and aggressive lyrics that paint a vivid picture of the violent and dangerous world that these artists inhabit.
Throughout the song, French talks about the importance of staying loyal to your crew and always having your gun on you. He tells his kids that he'll never leave them lonely, but at the same time, he's always prepared for the worst. The chorus repeats the mantra "Fuck what happens tonight" as a way of saying that no matter what goes down, we're not going to let anyone mess with us.
Some of the most powerful lines in the song come from Ace Hood, who delivers a verse about his willingness to die for his crew. He talks about how he's been carrying a gun since he was 17 and how he's always ready to defend himself and his people. He talks about the importance of staying true to yourself and never compromising your beliefs, even if it means putting your life on the line.
Overall, "Fuck What Happens Tonight" is a powerful and intense track that reflects the realities of life on the streets. It's a call to arms for anyone who's tired of being pushed around and wants to take control of their own destiny.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck all that ho shit
We don't care about engaging in promiscuous behavior.
Fuck all you fuck boys
We don't appreciate weak and disloyal men.
Bitch, we're real hustlers
We are dedicated to working hard and making money.
Get money,
Our primary goal is to make money.
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boys
We are associated with successful companies in the music industry.
I got my gun on me,
I am always prepared for danger and will protect myself with force if necessary.
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
I am committed to being a loving and protective father to my children.
Fucking streets on me,
The streets have made a significant impact on my life and my actions.
Death row Jamaicans murder your family
We are associated with violent and dangerous people who are not to be messed with.
Fuck what happens tonight,
We don't care about the consequences of our actions.
I've got my gun on me
I am always prepared to use violence if necessary.
Isn't life a motherfucker?
Life is difficult and often unpredictable.
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
I have been involved in violence and weaponry since a young age.
Playing with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
Using a gun is not a game or something to take lightly.
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
I am willing to risk my life for my gang and their cause.
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
No matter where I go, I always remember where I came from.
Don't test the lion
Don't provoke us, as we are powerful and dangerous.
This bad little bitch wanna get with us
Women are attracted to our dangerous lifestyle.
I want to smell his last breath took
I crave revenge and satisfaction for those who have wronged me.
Something evil this way's coming
We are associated with dark and dangerous energy.
For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished
Violence is a means to an end, and we will do what it takes to make money and maintain power.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, ANTHONY TUCKER, DAVID BROOKS, JOSEPH B JEFFERSON, BRAD JORDAN, KHALED KHALED, KARIM KHARBOUCH, ANTOINE MCCOLISTER, CHARLES B SIMMONS
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