作词 : Moritz Busch/Horace Walls/Max Wonnenberg

作曲 : Moritz Busch/Horace Walls/Max Wonnenberg

[Intro]

One, two, three

[Verse 1]

They said the pool was closed, I jumped the gate and still dove in

Pirate on that boat, we slangin' iron to get what's golden

She think she slick, she want me to give her one, she hear my Trojan

She think she me, she keep tellin' me she wicked like my song says

I love the gang, I kill for 'em like Rico kill for Ace (Yeah)

I love my gang, I'll never do 'em like Rico did his Ace

Eleven cars right, they mad as hell

"This nigga had a Ace?"

Do that boy dirty, let Miss Lenord say, "They shot him in the face?" (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus]

Excuse my French, all these niggas hoes

Excuse my French, all these niggas bitches

Excuse my French, I got a lot of hoes

Excuse my French, I got a lot of— Hold on, hold on, hold on

Excuse my French, these niggas hoes

Excuse my French, these niggas bitches

Excuse my French, got a lot of hoes

Excuse my French, got a lot of bitches

Excuse my French, I'm rich as ****

Excuse my French, this bitch bad

Excuse my French (Ayy, yo' pussy good)

Excuse my French (That shit trash)

Excuse my French (Yeah, you suck it good, you go slow or fast?)

[Bridge]

Heard somebody angry, well, you can get her back

[?] **** nigga that— Damn, I said it wrong

That **** nigga dead, know we blew his ass

[Verse 2]

Pork chops in the van, this ain't no food fight

Lot of grass stuffed in the trunk, this ain't no lawn show

Pull up moving shit, but, this is not no tow truck

Durango cap, Corvette, he thought this was a slow truck

He tried to run that slow, caught him a bullet, wasn't slow enough

Yeah, I post a lot, "Nigga, post more," they say I do not show enough

I don't smile a lot, nigga, that's just me

What the **** I look like, Avatar?

[Bridge]

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Skin on my face

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Skin on my face

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Skin on my face

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Skin on my face

[Verse 3]

Goin' through screeches, screeches, screeches

Screeches, screeches, screeches

Brand you chain, that bitch blingin'

Brand new chop', that bitch swingin'

She say, "Nardo, why you leavin'?"

'Cause I just released my semen

They like how I match my fabrics

They say I that I be the cleaners

They say me and V unfair

They say we be double teamin'

He come through and make it dirty

I come behind and do the cleanin'

We hit that whip a week ago, they say the doot still steamin'

I hit that ho a year ago, she callin', say she still feindin'

Diamond teeth, my teeth freezin'

Diamond tooth, my tooth froze

All these bitches just alike, new episode, same season

Just shot at you at 19, it's 22, he still breathin'

"I'ma step if niggas know I'm comin'," Why the **** he still breathin'?

They told me he killed the cup, but, this nigga still leanin'

I don't even like the Challengers, but, I'm finna buy a me

What you mean, "Buy you?"

Bro, I'm finna buy a Demon

Blue stain on my white pants, all these hundreds in my jeans

[Chorus]

Excuse my French, all these niggas hoes

Excuse my French, all these niggas bitches

Excuse my French, I got a lot of hoes

Excuse my French, I got a lot of— Hold on, hold on, hold on

Excuse my French, these niggas hoes

Excuse my French, these niggas bitches

Excuse my French, got a lot of hoes

Excuse my French, got a lot of bitches

Excuse my French, these niggas hoes

Excuse my French, these niggas bitches

Excuse my French, got a lot of hoes

Excuse my French, got a lot of bitches

[Outro]

Huh, I'm wicked

I'm wicked

I'm wicked

I'm wicked

I'm wicked

Hahah