Soaring

[Intro]
Artemium

[Verse 1]
Water on me, VS not distilled
Wrote his name on a 9 mill pistol (Shh shh)
Got robbed with a pistol, we was in the house they was on Crystal Knife in my pocket, gun on my waist, you don’t want me to cock it I ain’t gotta waste
Dem man likkle, men we can beat 'em up
We ain’t gotta put a wap down onto his face
Had him down on his knees, told him pray to the Lord
But he never showed up, that’s awkward
Molley too smart but I said fuck Oxford
We just fight, we don’t ever try talk first
Yute try run up on me till he saw my shank
If I swing my ting, he leaking
They don’t want beef, think dem man vegan
Told me lеt’s meet, tell 'em come to my rеgion
Skin tone light like cinnamon, I’m a villain
If they run up I’m killing 'em
Bitch I’m chilling with this little Dominican
She a baddie and she wanna get disciplined
If I hate him, then I’m finna get rid of him
Turn me up, I think these haters ain’t listening
Got him twice, I think I gotta go triple him
Pull out my shank and finish him

[Chorus]
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
She no baddie man, the bitch is too boring
All the shawties they adore him ('dore him)
Fuck that little boy, I warned warned him (Warned him)
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
Told 'em wake up, why you snoring?
I’m no player but I’m scoring (Scoring)
I ran up a check now I’m balling

[Verse 2]
Done him bad now he got paranoia
Spent 2 days in the crib with my lawyer
Cops ask me, but I swear I ain’t saw ya
I was out west smoking gas in the foyer
I was in rehab counting my days
I was never rethinking my ways
I’m a well known man in an unknown place
Never had a white girl that’s an unknown taste
Look at my shawty, If we fucking we gon' do it on molly
I’m realist in my city man prolly
Buy your bitch and throw her up in my trolley
Molley back and now he rapping oh golly
All these rappers need to go back to colly
Out of city and I’m throwing a party
30 bitches tryna get in the lobby
Don’t give a fuck about brands
How could I when I’m running scams?
Shout out to all of my fans, the reason I got all these bands
10 thousand racks on these pants, just look at the way that I dance
We in the club going ham, we spend 50k on the tab

[Chorus]
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
She no baddie man, the bitch is too boring
All the shawties they adore him ('dore him)
Fuck that little boy, I warned warned him (Warned him)
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
Told 'em wake up, why you snoring?
I’m no player but I’m scoring (Scoring)
I ran up a check now I’m balling