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Description
Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos
Producer: Harry Fraud
Lead Vocals: French Montana
Lead Vocals: Max B
Programmer: Harry Fraud
Background Vocals: Lindsay Lucas
Synthesizer: Dane E. Orr
Synthesizer: Fred Lowinger
Recording Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mixing Engineer: Harry Fraud
Mastering Engineer: Harry Fraud
Atmos Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Composer: Karim Kharbouch
Composer: Charles Wingate
Composer: Rory W. Quigley
Composer: Dane E. Orr
Composer: Lindsay Lucas
Composer: Fred Lowinger
Lyrics and translation
Original
Frog.
Montana, what's good?
Bel Air.
Yeah. Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
-Me and my nigga French, we go way back. -Way back.
I only been home a week, but took the game back.
You copyin' my style, you such a lame ass.
Your style is on the trail, such a plain ass.
See everybody leave, but you can't match.
Hit the studio, switch to Superman and change back. Bitch, what you lyin' for? I ain't even say that.
Got the best catalog, every song's a playback. Shit me and Frenchy do, tell me, could you make that?
I was locked up in a box broke and naked.
Demons kept me up at night, couldn't seem to shake it. Whities got us down, said we not supposed to make it.
Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
Niggas took my style and got comfortable, tell 'em run with it.
I ain't never simpin' for bitches, I got enough of them.
Fuck the money, do it for the street, we havin' fun with it.
When you sign to finish shit, you with whatever come with it. When them bodies started droppin', we was on the run with it.
Max Fresh about to max the game, we gon' run with it.
RM two-tone, Cuban link the bezel.
Niggas frauds, they just wanna press charges and settle. Killers takin' stands, bitches makin' bands.
Interrogation room, that's bad for the brand. Toe tag fuck niggas, make them hoes trendy.
Change planes, -global express in case it's windy. -Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
-Me and my nigga French, we go way back. -Way back.
I only been home a week, but took the game back.
You copyin' my style, you such a lame ass.
Your style is on the trail, such a plain ass.
English translation
Frog.
Montana, what's good?
Bel Air.
Yeah. Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
-Me and my nigga French, we go way back. -Way back.
I only been home a week, but took the game back.
You copyin' my style, you such a lame ass.
Your style is on the trail, such a plain ass.
See everybody leave, but you can't match.
Hit the studio, switch to Superman and change back. Bitch, what you lyin' for? I ain't even say that.
Got the best catalog, every song's a playback. Shit me and Frenchy do, tell me, could you make that?
I was locked up in a box broke and naked.
Demons kept me up at night, couldn't seem to shake it. Whities got us down, said we not supposed to make it.
Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
Niggas took my style and got comfortable, tell 'em run with it.
I ain't never simpin' for bitches, I got enough of them.
Fuck the money, do it for the street, we havin' fun with it.
When you sign to finish shit, you with whatever come with it. When them bodies started droppin', we was on the run with it.
Max Fresh about to max the game, we gon' run with it.
RM two-tone, Cuban link the bezel.
Niggas frauds, they just wanna press charges and settle. Killers takin' stands, bitches makin' bands.
Interrogation room, that's bad for the brand. Toe tag fuck niggas, make them hoes trendy.
Change planes, -global express in case it's windy. -Bulletproof,
Maybach.
Shoot a few, payback.
Blood fuel, stay back, stay back. Dick sucks,
I lay back.
-Me and my nigga French, we go way back. -Way back.
I only been home a week, but took the game back.
You copyin' my style, you such a lame ass.
Your style is on the trail, such a plain ass.