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Mali makin money, i’m just bout my funds
Swangin' on 'em baby girl you manages the 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 we’re trappin', trappin', trappin', trappin' on my one
I send my hitta, I call my youngin' just to get you slumped
And now my hittas wit the shits and we don’t pull no fronts
And bitch we glizzied up, you can’t come where i’m from
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 'em slippin' now his hooya got the bad news
I got my glizzy on my body like a tattoo
And I don’t watch 'em I just fuck 'em in the bathroom
I chased 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 care about my bros in em black suits
Trappin' like McDonalds like the way we servin' fast food
I be in the trenches while you sittin' in em classrooms
Rock 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
Mali makin money, i’m just bout my funds
Swangin' on 'em baby girl you manages the 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 we’re trappin', trappin', trappin', trappin' on my one
I send my hitta, I call my youngin' just to get you slumped
And now my hittas wit the shits and we don’t pull no fronts
And bitch we glizzied up, you can’t come where i’m from