Molly Mae

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Rappin' all those pebbles I feel sorry for the runners
She raised a whole waste I feel sorry for your momma
Just left the house party GSR on my bomber
Cause I support Utd but I'm raised by the Gunners
Make a soft drink off them plays but I don't' sell hard
Wanna go Novi told her slide see you in Telfar
Thought I'd be dead by 25 I made it well far
Something like the gym I keep the gloves where the bells are
We sittin' on them blocks but we sittin' on them charts now
Ask wherе I been eat my shorts I was at Bart's house
Tryna run this marathon but you ain't got the lеgs bro
I'm really round the demons you don't really want the arms house
The glee ain't got a beam its in my hoodie that's Supreme
And I rock Heron Preston for the fashion I'm a fiend
Won't catch us at the scene but the camera caught us fleeing
Was tweaking off the meds until we really made him lean

[Verse 2: K-Trap]
If it's ten ten I use the ten tonne
Told my runner that there's two types, the good and the leng one
I ain't seen a racetrack, there's buj in this F1
I don't need no stop time just jug till the feds come
They won't ever do it like I have or I do
Check the stats for the proof or in fact I can prove
You just wanna look good
Extra ten seconds so it cooks good whilst I'm looking through this Louis lookbook
Runners in a T, I got runners in a T
I know they take long but niggas gotta hurry when it's me
You ever got something down? Had to hurry off the scene
Still end up on the wing, gotta hurry up and plea
Come home and say you're gonna stop but you're worse and if rap fails I'm gonna hug the block at its worst
Or it never will, see niggas careers in the still when I'm better still and my trap bills way more than your record deals

[Verse 3: Youngs Teflon & K-Trap]
They do it for a quid, my niggas never been lidge
I ain't talkin' 'gac, I had the 40 in the fridge
My shorty rock a fringe, I ain't really one for wigs unless you're talking opps holding smoke from the sig
19, 42 I had them both
That's the kilo and smoke, g-lock and a spin
Three tops talking fish, round the pot I'm equip
Pocket rockets for the party, the mops for the vid
Ahh-haa, catch me with a blade I'm just chopping up some joints
Done it by eye, the last whip was still on point
My killy got the coin, no whistle, hear the noise
Hit him with the 42 Dugg, we them boys
Smokin' Wiz Khalifa, top floor like the Burj
Send your location we gon' turn it to a purge
Remember running on the mains with a 12
Feel like it was all eyes on me against the world

[Verse 4: Youngs Teflon]
Stay dangerous cos that's my body language
And I ain't gotta ask Trap, I know he probably brang it
I'm from the mud, I turnt my rain into holidays
Cos we all got the same 24, Molly Mae
Flew 'em out the flat, I was only tryna pay rent
Pickin' up coin if you disrespect the payments
Just like penny up when the semi get to wavin'
Spec shell cases in the park, how my day went

[Verse 5: K-Trap]
I got bine I ain't swinging any hands
Pocket rocket unfold the trigger then it bangs
Tell her dinners on my tab, think I need a bigger bag
Grab the scorch by the K you gon' hear a bigger bang
You won't ever take the risk, why I got a wetter wrist
Catch that nigga with the plaits, he gon' get it in his twists
Used to sit up in the trolley as a kid
It's mad how things change we filling up them trolleys with them bricks