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[French Montana]
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin'
Skrrt, trippin'

Bands, bands, bands (Yes, sir), got them, them, them (Yes, sir)
Shawty, do it (Do it), made it, blew it (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
Got the bands, bands, bands, me and Durk in the Lamb', Lamb', Lamb' (Yes, sir)
Shawty, do it (Do it), made it, blew it (Yes, sir, yes, sir)

The handcuff, that Lamb drop, your bitch bop, yes, sir (Yes, sir)
That pinky ring, that wrist watch, that chain rocky, yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Them numbers up, them hoes bad, them boys cocky, yes, sir (Yes, sir)
They want smoke, we got hoops, that dirty, dirty (Yes, sir)

[French Montana]
Yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir)

[Lil Durk]
Talk to a bitch, she say, "Yes, sir," I say, "Don't say that," say "Hmm, hmm"
Police ask your ass where the F Durk at? Don't say it, just say, "Hmm, hmm"
She tryna f*ck in the back of the Lamb, I tell her, "Hmm, hmm, ain't no room" (Let's go)
f*ck one bitch, tryna put me on blast, I say, "Hmm, hmm, it ain't no proof" (Yeah, yeah)
I popped the Roxys, yeah
Turnt in the streets, too cocky, yeah (Yeah)
He got a Glocky, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' shit and I popped him, yeah
She tried to suck it through my Polo, bitch these Jockeys, yeah, yeah
Spend some blood money on Rodeo, I'm too cocky, yeah, yeah
Why you mad about your cousin but still there, yeah?
Why you trickin' on your homies and you still there, yeah? Uh-uh, yeah
Bitch, don't blow your blessings (Let's get it)
Keep on lyin' on my name, won't get your ass no justice, yeah (Yeah)
Before I take a flight, I take a Perc' confession, yeah (Yeah)
Won't put myself on bands, I bet you get this message, yeah

[French Montana]
Yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir)

[French Montana]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, torch, snatch that (Snatch that)
Porsche matte black (Skrrt), hit your ting with CashApp (Haan?)
What's in the bank? I match that (Match that)
Hit Vegas like the RattPacs, AR-15's, we left that
Copped new Range and the hatchback, that ain't your plane, you cap that
That boy fuego (Fuego), Steph' Curry, Draco (Draco)
Pockets full of bankrolls, haters watchin' every angle
Them blue faces, the small faces, that Johnny Hancock
I copped that hoodie first, on a [?], I put the Lamb drop, yes sir
I be out with the fur (Fur), from the block to the burb (Burb)
And that drop is convertible, I made a lot of the work (Skrr)
I sip that Act' 'til I'm oozin', I chop your top with that Uzi (Uzi)
And I got stopped by the blues
And I f*ck the cop like I'm Tunechi (Montana)

[French Montana]
Yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir), yes, sir (Yes, sir)

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