French Montana — Wake Up

[Intro: French Montana] Hell-to-the-nah Ooh-ooh-ooh Montana, ooh [Pre-Chorus: French Montana] I hope they free Max out that box (That box, woo) Hopped in that drop, get that top (Get that top) And I hope that love never stop (Stop, Sledgren) Nah, nah, nah (Woo) We twisted, I'm heated (Hah) I question my freedom (Woo) We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right (Hah) [Chorus: Post Malone, French Montana] Yeah, we fuckin’, fuckin' right (Hah) Sometimes, I feel I wanna die (Hah) But you gon' make me me feel alright (Agh) And you gon’ make me feel just fine (Woo) Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right Sometimes, I feel I wanna die But you gon' make me feel alright And you gon' make me feel just fine, just fine [Verse 1: Kodak Black] Ever since I was a baby, I ain't learn my lesson I don't care 'bout what they thinkin’, I’ma keep steppin' I jumped out my momma womb a convicted felon Now that boy a livin’ legend Every chance I get, I'll let you know that I'ma kill you on purpose I done made it from the worstses, the worstses Project baby, livin' suburban Watchin’ out for the snakes, watchin' the serpents I'm watchin' my back, gotta be nervous Kodak, don't you body these niggas, body these verses I done made it out that fire like it's magic If you ain't with me, I don't wanna see you happy Every time I show my love, they take advantage I'm so tired of people takin' me for granted I don't do it for myself, it's for my fam, yeah Drop a Molly in my drink, it tastes like candy [Pre-Chorus: French Montana] I hope they free Max out that box (That box, woo) Hopped in that drop, get that top (Get that top) And I hope that love never stop (Stop, Sledgren) Nah, nah, nah (Woo) We twisted, I'm heated (Hah) I question my freedom (Woo) We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right (Hah) [Chorus: Post Malone, French Montana] Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right (Hah) Sometimes, I feel I wanna die (Hah) But you gon' make me feel alright (Agh) And you gon' make me feel just fine (Woo) Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right Sometimes, I feel I wanna die But you gon' make me feel alright And you gon' make me feel just fine Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right [Verse 2: French Montana] They wanna catch it on me, I'm yellin', "No" I'm yellin' "Hell-to-the-nah" Ten bitches, firin' up the [?] Word up, [?] caught up in the Five-O From the bottom, now I take that top off Hit you off the stage and make it sound like pyro Where I'm from, they wanna kill you when your face is smilin' Nothin' but broken hood dreams, cracks and [?] I know you see us in the front, but we started from the back though Hunnid Jubilinsky was the Cuba like I'm Castro Hit up all the Cubans, yeah, they laundromat that cash flow Stopped us through the front, but we slid up through that back door Ooh, Hell-to-the-nah And I be grindin', never sleep to keep me dripped down to my feet And keep a hunnid on my sleeve And keep a hunnid with my people Hope no bitches ever come betweeen us You ain't never heard nothin' triller, then you never seen us Baddest bitches bend it from the bottom, climbed it over Flipped them ones and flipped it over Tryna stop us, that's no, Hell-to-the-nah [Pre-Chorus: French Montana] I hope they free Max out that box (That box, woo) Hopped in that drop, get that top (Get that top) And I hope that love never stop (Stop, Sledgren) Nah, nah, nah (Woo) We twisted, I'm heated (Hah) I question my freedom (Woo) We bleed it, you motherfuckin-fuckin right (Hah) [Chorus: Post Malone, French Montana] Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right (Hah) Sometimes, I feel I wanna die (Hah) But you gon' make me feel alright (Agh) And you gon' make me feel just fine (Woo) Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right Sometimes, I feel I wanna die But you gon' make me feel alright And you gon' make me feel just fine Yeah, we fuckin', fuckin' right [Outro: French Montana, Post Malone] (Twist it, couldn't believe it) Aw, nah, nah (Give it, go freeze it) [?] if you get that [?], or nah-nah (My wrist on freeze, yeah) That [?] or nah-nah (Let go of me, yeah) I love a bad black ting, love a bad brown ting (Twist it, couldn't believe it) Love a bad white ting, love a bad 'Rican ting (Give it, go freeze it) Like, "Ay, mommy, you on your way back?" (My wrist on freeze, yeah) Yes, yes on me (Let go of me, yeah) Got nothin' from me, fire (Twist it, couldn't believe it) (Give it, go freeze it) (My wrist on freeze, yeah) (Let go of me, yeah)