Boss Biggavel Young Los You ready, French? [Verse 1: Max B] I seen it all before f** standin' on the block n***a, we leanin' on your door Leanin' with the 4 Bumpin' everything [?] [?] Bet you come uh, come around Bet mama come around, cuz its barbeque Show her little love, it ain't hard to do Dour lets go spark a funk Gots keep these b**hes satisfied Gotta serenade Chop 'em up and carrot cake [?] you the marinate Whisper s**y thing in your ear Like I'm doin' you Baby girl, who cute as you? Baby love the Cru and juice Told her not to mix it, drink it straight That it give you lip Even that'd get the dick Even without a good pick, on your camera phone O'Shay, that's the cannon chrome Should have left the hammer home [?] They shot me dead in the street Lucky it all a dream [Hook: Max B] [Verse 2: French Montana] Them young n***as bossin' f** [?] the [?] We don't ask prices Drive no license Run through the red light Jewels like the headlight You know we do it for the n***as doin' fed life Like a reindeer runnin' through the snow Me and Max like Phoenix in the Super Bowl Deliver the pieces Move with them heaters And we don't keep it real n***a, we really keep it n***a, treat the game like a who*e with no panties on n***a, f** it live with the cameras on Go on beat(?) your camera phone [?] n***a photogenic [?] Max told me tell 'em, I'm a tell 'em But this sh** raw And them Coke Wave boys gon' sell 'em n***as steady grindin' from the first to the first And they say, what's God playin' on me, curse Coke Wave! [Hook] [Verse] Yeah, so now I got that ride That Henny makes me click(?) Sour got me high, power conquer divide Watch me drink with my enemies Rock 'em all to sleep, like a lullaby Know I got an alibi Know I got a pal of mine Gimme what I need Got them stadiums for 34 [?] these b**hes dirty who*e Money, b**hes, 34 Titties all so firm Let me squeeze 'em till I see some milk