MollyWop
Nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
Aye I'm banging on this drum like I'm nick
Red dot on yo nose bitch you it
Hey Mr hanky you cappin lil shit
Like stanky panky how Im walking with the stick bitch
You should really find something safe to do
Before yo family have to paint a good picture of you on the news
This 30 leave holes the size of frizbees
Bald heads clip full of dr evil mini mes
Nigga Test me
Clip be longer than scantrons
Mad max a nigga bitch we really be hands on
Rocket in my pocket if I show it ima pop it
Bitch shoot 30 times like James harden
The glock got a drum
And the ruger got a stick
Heavy metal it's the battle of the bands In this bitch
Don't stare don't point or we a fan in bitch
Glock in my pants I ain't throwing hands in this bitch
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
Off the juice got me moving slurry as fuck
We got guns thats gon shoot 30 and up
The opps slidin so we burning them up
Im shooting like curry i need a jersey or what
Niggas go online and get to poppin it
Till we ride past lime and get to poppin shit
I went to flock for the box when you was dodging it
I missed school to hit young so i can cop some shit
I skipped first period just to hit tents
We hit for 6 bands in a matter of 10 cent
I went up 15 when my pockets was just lint
Nigga thats not my bitch she just get bent
Ima break on the bitch just like a bad kid
I love the bitches who payed me when i aint have shit
I was up 600 everytime her bag hit
I hate the niggas that hate me but only show love
Niggas want to shake hands im tryna blow stuff
He think we boxing like tyson just know my nose snub
Let a nigga square up and ima dome cuh
(Oouuu)
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
Aye I'm banging on this drum like I'm nick
Red dot on yo nose bitch you it
Hey Mr hanky you cappin lil shit
Like stanky panky how Im walking with the stick bitch
You should really find something safe to do
Before yo family have to paint a good picture of you on the news
This 30 leave holes the size of frizbees
Bald heads clip full of dr evil mini mes
Nigga Test me
Clip be longer than scantrons
Mad max a nigga bitch we really be hands on
Rocket in my pocket if I show it ima pop it
Bitch shoot 30 times like James harden
The glock got a drum
And the ruger got a stick
Heavy metal it's the battle of the bands In this bitch
Don't stare don't point or we a fan in bitch
Glock in my pants I ain't throwing hands in this bitch
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
Off the juice got me moving slurry as fuck
We got guns thats gon shoot 30 and up
The opps slidin so we burning them up
Im shooting like curry i need a jersey or what
Niggas go online and get to poppin it
Till we ride past lime and get to poppin shit
I went to flock for the box when you was dodging it
I missed school to hit young so i can cop some shit
I skipped first period just to hit tents
We hit for 6 bands in a matter of 10 cent
I went up 15 when my pockets was just lint
Nigga thats not my bitch she just get bent
Ima break on the bitch just like a bad kid
I love the bitches who payed me when i aint have shit
I was up 600 everytime her bag hit
I hate the niggas that hate me but only show love
Niggas want to shake hands im tryna blow stuff
He think we boxing like tyson just know my nose snub
Let a nigga square up and ima dome cuh
(Oouuu)
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
I got a glock nigga I ain't bout to box
We ehh err in the spot then hit the box
Aye How you gon catch me slipping I got a mop
Boo bop get yo ass mollywopped
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Writer(s): Quinton Mcclellan
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