Molly
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah
All my planes are privates
Perkies on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch
I'm from the Flat, lil' nigga (Ooh)
We started trappin', nigga (Ooh)
We started rappin', nigga (Ooh)
These all-black diamonds, nigga (Ooh)
I hang out with robbers, nigga (Ooh)
What you know about robbin' niggas? (Ooh)
What you know about TECs? (Ooh)
What you know about mobbin', nigga?
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah
All my planes are privates
Perkies on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch
Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah
All my planes are privates
Perkies on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch
I'm from the Flat, lil' nigga (Ooh)
We started trappin', nigga (Ooh)
We started rappin', nigga (Ooh)
These all-black diamonds, nigga (Ooh)
I hang out with robbers, nigga (Ooh)
What you know about robbin' niggas? (Ooh)
What you know about TECs? (Ooh)
What you know about mobbin', nigga?
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah
All my planes are privates
Perkies on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Yeah)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch
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Writer(s): Tre Alan Savage, Laura Palmer
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