Molly

[Intro]
(Blue Money Rubber Band Gang Bitch!)

[Verse]
Damn, we on yo ass
.30 in the mag
Bet she throw it back
Prayin that we see 'em
Then we on his ass
Nigga where you at?
Percs, xans, and models
We hit his stomach wit the hollows
All that we know is get the guala
My bitch bad, she a model
I ain't sippin red, I ain't sippin on 'tussin
Thick hoe, told lil baby I'm bussing
I ain't never ask a nigga for nothin
Tried to run and then we shoot at his stomach
New grill, and I ain't even want it
It's too early in the mornin, she on it
Pop dat nigga if he try and move funny
Bad bitch, hop on dick like a bunny
Gettin green, bitch, I want me some money
Smoke za, dat shit fuck wit my tummy
I just been stackin the racks ,shit funny
Lil nigga mad, bitch tryna offer me
Yeah, I know dat young nigga gettin dumb money
We have motion, gotta hang wit da sharks
Ion give a fuck, slime a nigga for a cart
We bring dat ecstasy, my pockets start it
Lit up the wood and it smell like I farted
Wish a nigga would like Good Luck Charlie
Fuck around, stab a nigga like Notti
Hellhound, yea they knowin my body
Gun em down, leave a fuck nigga sorry
You act different when you off the Molly
Get so fried, bitch I can't even move
If we took yo shit, what would you do?
I had to go, bitch want sum new
Fuck wit no hoe, bitch, and you knew
Came wit yo mans, he could get it too
I'm wit da clan, bitch I'm wit da troops
What was dat sayin we ain't get ya crew?
If you want a feat, taxin you bout two
Don't wanna hear no music, dat shi poop
And she finna blow on dick like a flute
Bitch, where ya at?
I just want ya mind
Nigga, you a hoe
I'm hangin wit slimes
Said he had dem racks
Niggas know ya lyin
We'll get ya packed
Like I'm Ginuwine
Nigga, you a rat
Tellin for some fries
It's just me and you, let me know what's on yo mind
If I let bro get you, he ain't lettin shit slide
I'll never fold on you, man these niggas must be fried

[Outro]
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