French Montana, Max B Whippin That Wave

Daydream Put the water to the flowers For a couple of hours Whippin' Dat Wave Left arm, pipe bomb Right arm, Glock 9 Pipe bomb, came in the degenerate Left for, there's an icon Typhoon, tycoons Only one in the mic room Bottle of the right crude Get me in a nice mood Thick goods, skin tone Never owned a flip phone Bitches fall in love, I ain't never been in the friend zone Speech most prominent Coke Wave dominance God forgive niggas, I don't save the apologies Positions solidify No question or camaraderie Think you could body me? Best chance a lottery Sentenced to an L, been in jail for robbery Shout to my niggas still upstate, been out speed Daydream Put the water to the flowers For a couple of hours Whippin' Dat Wave Coke Wave tell 'em fuck boys die slow Back blocks firework like pyro Tell 'em work dry, bring another half with 'em Got a feel of Lizzy, he get sleazy like catching 'em Climbing up the mountain, watch lawyers in the counting Told 'em my boys coming home, niggas started doubting Snipe mami at the deli, he get funny for the fetti Copped the two-door so they don't do me like YNW Melly Glocky with a body on it, still I'ma use it Wave Gods we the pioneers of the drill music Loan the Chevelle, burying money like Fidel Don Snow, Don Feli, fresh up out the cell, mon' Daydreams Put the water to the flowers For a couple of hours Whippin' Dat Wave