M3 ft. Hell'z OWN Lyrics

I'm on that 1738 like I'm a Remy boy

Feel like I'm Fetty Wap

Hold your head on that federal charge

My nigga Cesar had his Bimmer

In his mom's garage

We took the beater to the cleaners

And picked up a whole P

I thought that we was gon' flood the streets

Until [redacted] had told me

He was moving sixty pounds a week

Out a Caddy with the baggies

With the Louie on the seats

I had a pinky ring with rubies

And some jewelry on my teeth

I had these hoes all on my trail

Used pay for [redacted] nails

And smash my other shorties

In her little Chevy Cavalier

I was scheming on the come up

Off of fraud them bands appear

But if they hit you with that gavel

Plead it guilty no appeal

Figured rap could pay the bills

I know I could make a mil

I just gotta stay consistent with the skill

And I'ma kill

Who the fuck I'm supposed to fear

If I ain't even on that level with you niggas

Let me level with you niggas

Here's a shovel get to digging

Dig that motherfucking grave

And make it 6 feet

And when I pass you in that 1990 M3

With windows tinted

So damn dark that you can't see me

Remember I'm just everything that you can't be

Dig that motherfucking grave

And make it 6 feet

And when I pass you in that 1990 M3

With windows tinted

So damn dark that you can't see me

Remember I'm just everything that you can't be

Look I could never kiss and tell

With all these baddies I attract

You asking about her body count

She got me adding to her stats

Bitch I'm a giant

You're reliant like they handed you a pack

Them niggas lying

They be trying to keep

Their fallacies in tact

I need my salary in stacks

Look what that money make a bitch do

You niggas wake up every day

And pick who you're gonna live through

I hope they forgive you

But that ain't what I'm into

When it's dark times

You can't just let them Aunt Viv you

Hate how they did you

Don't try that shit with me

Jump off the porch

You can't come back

Without an outcome they can see

The sweet spot between those

Ounces and a key

Smoking loud

That shit sounding like it's Malcolm and Marie

Shut your bitch ass up

Saint shit