[Intro]

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-

[Chorus: French]

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

[Verse 1: Moeski]

Half a milli in the safe

On the block I'm dodgin' raids

Love my bros, I'll hug the case

Fly OT, I'm catchin' planes

Hatin' on me you're a lame

Nigga 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 thangs

Fifty drum, ain't got to aim

Ay, now I'm flexin' in a Range

Still getting money girl I never ever changed

Ay, free A.R off the range

Boy I'm glizzy'd up, bitch I'm shootin' like I'm Strange

[Verse 2: French]

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 OT on my grind

Got these niggas in their feelings

Got these niggas tryna slide

[Chorus: French]

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

[Verse 3: French]

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

Hug the L you can not take

Half a milli in the safe

I link the plug and got a crate

Lotta shooters in the place

[Chorus: French]

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