French Montana & Max B Whippin That Wave Lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana & Max B]
Day dream
Whip the water to the flowers
For a couple of hours
(Whipping that wave)
Whipping that wave

[Verse 1: Max B]
Left arm, right arm, Glock nine, pipe bomb
Came in a degenerate, left out as an icon
Typhoon, tycoon, only one in the mic room
Bottle of the right crew get me in a nice mood
Dick good, skin tone, never owned a flip phone
Bitches fall in love, I ain't never been in the friendzone
Streets most prominent, coke wave dominance
God forgive niggas that don't [?]
Position solidifiеd, don't question the comradery
Think you could body mе? Best chance [?]
[?] been in the jail for robbery
Shout to my niggas still upstate [?] penthouse

[Chorus: French Montana]
Day dream
Whip the water to the flowers For a couple of hours
Whipping that wave

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Coke Wave, tell them f*ck boys "Die slow"
Back blocks fire work like pyro
Tell them work dry, bring another half with them
Gotta [?] it get slizzy like [?]
Climbing up the mountain [?] accountant
Told 'em my boy was coming home, niggas started doubting
[?] me at the deli, it get funny for the fedi
Copped a two-door so they don't do me like YMW Melly
Glock U with a body on it, still I'ma use it
Wave gods, we the pioneers of the drill music
[?] Chevelle, bury money like Fidel
Don Snow Don [?] fresh up out the cell
Montana

[Chorus: French Montana]
Day dream
Whip the water to the flowers
For a couple of hours
Whipping that wave