Battlefield Lyrics - French Montana

[Max B:] 

(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield) 

Fench Montana Coke Wave 

Let's sing to the people, yeah 

[Chorus] 

[Max B:] 

Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music 

Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" 

Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music 

Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" 

Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music 

Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" 

Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music 

Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" 

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[Verse 1] 

[Max B:] 

It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm 

And I don't care what shirt ya on 

I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can 

When coke was 26 a gram 

Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop 

I keep the gear and pump cocked 

Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite 

Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights 

Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one clip 

You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit 

Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare 

He's havin' a fabulous year 

Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing 

He had no faith in his team 

Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar 

Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar 

Owww 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

[French Montana:] 

You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop 

Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped 

You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas 

Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us 

You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass 

Tried to run but the whip crashed 

Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped 

And then wine like crushed grape 

Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone 

You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera phone 

Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy 

I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy 

Two toys, stash box, raasclaat 

All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop 

[Chorus]