Wake UpFrench Montana

[Intro: French Montana]
Hail to the night
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' "hail" to the night
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 [?] 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, hail to the night 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 to my people
Hope no bitches ever dome 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 hail to the night

[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)