MMM 3MFrench

[Chorus]
Mali makin money, I'm just 'bout my funds
Swangin' on 'em baby girl your man is just a bum
I lost my nigga to the streets, my shooters goin' dumb
My nigga just caught a body, broski's on the run
And now I was trappin', trappin', trappin', trappin' on my ones
I send my hitta, I call my youngin' just to get you slumped
And all my hittas with the shits and we don't pull no fronts
And bitch we glizzied up, you can't come where I'm from

[Verse]
I was trappin' in the bando, going wop for wop
Or slidin' in my city going block to block
I can't trust a ho they go block to block
And I got thirty in my clip so let's go shot for shot
And I'm dat nigga dat these bitches wanna talk to
So fuck a drive-by call my shooter let's go walk through
I caught him slippin' now his hoyo got the bad news
I got my glizzy on my body like a tattoo
And I don't wife 'em I just fuck 'em in the bathroom
I chase the bag I want the cake just like a fat yute
I'm from the slums I hit the bando 'cause I had to
And where I'm from we chase the bag and we stack loot
Glizzy ain't no slippin' when I'm slidin' in em track suits
They want me carried by my bros in em black suits
Trappin' like McDonalds just the way we servin' fast food
I be in the trenches while you sittin' in em classrooms
Rap star, now I'm doing shows I'm getting mad views
Bitches going crazy 'cause they know Frenchy is dat dude
Trap star, Frenchy couldn't sit up in no classroom
Couldn't sit up in no classroom