Top Songs By 3MFrench
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3MFrench
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
3MFrench
Composer
Lyrics
Late nights me and bro, DJ Moe he mix it
CM the plug
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way
Half a milli' in the safe
On the block I'm dodgin' raids
Love my bros, I'll hug the case
Fly O-T, I'm catchin' planes
Hatin' on me you're a lame
**** get in your own lane
Yeah your turn ups, they so lame
Our turn ups, they insane
Got the bitches screaming names
And they love us, ain't no game
Pull up on us, got them things
Fifty drum, ain't got to aim
Aye, now I'm flexin' in a Range
Still getting money girl I never ever changed
Aye, free AR off the range
Boy I'm glizzy'd up, bitch I'm shootin' like I'm Strange
On my block I'm the guy
Grab the machine, let's go slide
Moeski cruisin' by my side
It's gon' be a homicide
Shorty love the way I'm fly
Catch me O-T on my grind
Got these **** in their feelings
Got these **** tryna slide
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way
Tryna travel to the States
Tryna pull off in a Wraith
Tryna blow and hit the stage
Them Gucci shoes, my hoodie Bape
The Mali charm will take your bae
Glizzy boppin', streets insane
If you're real then grab a plate
I fuck with real and not with fake
Hold the L, you cannot take
Half a milli' in the safe
I link the plug and got a crate
Lotta shooters in the place
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way
Written by: 3MFrench