Hey My Guy

One time for the coke wave can I get a haaanhh [Hook: French Montana] I pull up on the corner stuntin like hey my guy Its mac wit da cheese hey my guy I got it for the low-low hey my guy You talking to the po-po hey my guy Breaking down the brick, choppin down the rock Break it down, bag it up, shuttin down the block (2X) [Verse 1: Max B] See I'm bout to start trial for this murder shit Satan want my soul but I'm riding nigga suck a dick Layin just to pluck a chick playin I'm gone fuck his bitch She don't know my guy See some niggas in the trenches that was skeemin on my ride Bitches creamin on my ride, feenin for my high Got the po-po got that one hand up they leaning on my guy Fucking bitches make me sick But I just give them the finger and keep rolling wit my guy Keep strolling wit my guy, got mommy in the caddy and she blowing on my guy This shit ain't for no wager this bitch owe me a favor This nig owe me some paper they raided all my pies Damn that patty wagon they taking all my guys They be raiding on my tribe knowing I'm a 3 time felon Pop a shot up at ya melon bitch chop dat powder selling it Copped it for the hell of it made her play my guy Said she fuck wit Justin Timberlake bitch go get my dinner plate [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: French Montana] I pull up on the corner stuntin like hey my guy Bumpin Don Biggavel damn I miss my guy Shorty curve said she ain't tryna fuck tonight So I made a U-turn on the first right Man I gotta be cold fast money and hoes United we stand divided we fall Miley Cyrus Nigga don't blow my high I think I see a nasty bitch tryna fuck up my life I'm with the shooters and the slurpers wit my homie Run train never save them pictures on my phonin Macaroni wit da cheese hey my guy I'm on two "deconfries" hey my guy [Hook] x2