Released: July 9, 2019

Songwriter: French Montana Max B

Producer: Paul Couture

[Intro: Max B]
Boss Don Biggavel Don Montana French aka the steak sauce

[Chorus: French Montana]
Should you be a gentleman and ever disrespect that wave gave you birth we made you stay 10 toes down in the game they gon y’all let em y’all it don’t bother from the mud to the top from the boarder talk creep of the crop holy water Montana Boss Don dead solver

[Verse: French Montana]
Man I told em they didn’t listen jump right back right on the mission know you fuck with the malicious stay committed that commission my fingers has the residue that millions off the revenue stack it up like 7’2 sleep on us you never do balling now funny bitches calling now but my bottom bitch the rover I know she gon catch me when they .... drop top your heart top head flying ammo narcotics mines is taking for granted I’ll black out like I’m changing the channel bust right out the can Ching right out the slammer Bonjour mona mi Chinx, Nip R.I.P might beat you on your knees nothing promised but your word and honor after pockets fuck the show for em slap boxing with cobras and your and the Oct can flip you over just take a selfie I was toasting with the belk the millions getting deadly I was younger dreams hustling from the daily Montana

[Chorus: French Montana]
Should you be a gentleman and ever disrespect that wave gave you birth we made you stay 10 toes down in the game they gon y’all let em y’all it don’t bother from the mud to the top from the boarder talk creep of the crop holy water Montana Boss Don dead solver

[Verse: Max B]
EMG shit baby Boss Don Biggavel first month million dollars made I don’t ever take off holidays (Never) mama told me my flow is to street (Yeah) tried to tone it down your tone to deep mama gotta show these young ins one last time (Yeah) gotta go on this one last ride slide (Slide) money on my mind money the grind money can buy a piece of mind it’s a team of talent you niggas can’t touch me Dame Grease and Couture we married to the MOB I carry the ball nigga I’ll carry the torch nigga I’ll carry your bomb nigga I’ll blow up the courts suicide kamikaz all my life I was traumatized we back on that ... sitting in the cell my last mail baby want me to plea (Plead Out) you won’t be fucking when you free Uhh Uhh Yea

[Chorus: French Montana]
Should you be a gentleman and ever disrespect that wave gave you birth we made you stay 10 toes down in the game they gon y’all let em y’all it don’t bother from the mud to the top from the boarder talk creep of the crop holy water Montana Boss Don dead solver

Max B

Wavy!

In the words of Roc

As far as his melodies… they were second to none as far as I was concerned. In my opinion, he was the street version of what Drake is—the fans can have Drake, but the streets have Max.