Lyrics of 'Blue Chills (feat. Harry Fraud)' by French Montana

Ain't you heard that I'm in trouble?
And I've been lookin' for you all my life
When they see me, they start runnin'
'Cause trouble's comin' for you, day and night
You can blame it on the stars
You can tell it to the Moon
Baby, I wouldn't be so bad if it didn't feel so good
You can try and escape me, but I came for you
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Wave boys back at it, gotta flood the streets
Had to pass, Drake and Puff back after that little beef (woo)
(Damn, Montana), hann
(Why, you ain't spittin' like the old Montana?)
Give a fuck about them diamond plaques
Yeah, the streets want you back
Yeah, say less, I been depressed they took Chinx (yes)
And my dawg Max, all-black (woo)
Gave you known for thirty, I just want the rep (day and night)
Baby mama trippin', shе just want the check
The grеatest threat is always from the inside (you can blame it on the stars)
Yessir, they put staples in my head, bitch, they been tried (you can tell it to the Moon)
Killers wanna bag me or come see me in that dayroom (ah, baby, I wouldn't be so bad)
Shorty wanna rag me and throw me up on Shade Room (ah, if it didn't feel so good)
Shorty wanna brag, baby, stay tuned
They just freed my dawg, been outside the fence (when they see me)
Told him: Keep the crown in your heart, not your head (they start runnin')
30s can't seal the pain, money can't shill the rain ('cause trouble's comin' for you)
When they come for you, eyes wide, tweakin' is insane (day and—)
I'm lettin' life unfold and I'll be the last thing you see (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Like that gunhole, trappin' outta Marilyn with Monroe (aha)
And if your enemy ain't talkin' good about you
You ain't workin' hard enough (no), headshots in coroners
Barricades and accolades, enjoyment of delusion (day and night)
When you come down off your high, is you winnin' or you losin'? (You can blame it on the stars)
The version of me in your mind is not my responsibility (you can tell it to the Moon)
Shorty whole body fake, tryna see the realer me (ah, baby, I wouldn't be so bad)
The Apex of pain is what success is (aha, if it didn't feel so good)
Could switch you but it's always goin' back to the essence
Me and Durk still brothers, I ain't do it for the money (you can try and escape)
Rest in peace D'Thang, Chinx, hundred miles runnin' (always be a coke boy, you can blame it on the stars)
I be trippin' in the finest, I'm with Doja in Bahamas (you can tell it to the Moon)
My jeweller blinded me with diamonds, used to be the cop sirens (baby, I wouldn't be so bad)
My brother got deported, gotta meet him out in Dubai (if it didn't feel so good)
My homie guilty for a body, but I know it's two sides (two sides, Montana, you can try and es—)

When they see me, they start runnin'
(I don't give a fuck what you call your shit)
'Cause trouble's comin' for you, day and night
(Dog shit, whatever you want, just don't call it Blue Magic)
You can blame it on the—