MOLLY
Shoutout to Fuego
Shoutout to Fuego ooh
Yeah, let's go shoutout to Fuego yeah
Yeah, yeah, ugh
Yeah, yeah, let's go ooh
Let's go, let's go ooh
Pull up on Friday
She on that molly
You can't come in here
Party too private
Pull up on Friday
She on the molly
You cannot come in here yeah party too private
I'm a lil rowdy
Pockets they tiny
Cannot fit big bills
Riding too hottie
I got the pack on me bag in the back get the pack out the bag and it smell like the gas
I got the pack on me tax on a tax like a taxi I cash out when they show they hands
Yeah it's not for debate when I pop out they know who it is and they know I'm the man
Look at the way that I carry myself and I carry my team, and I carry my bag
Throwing them big ones
Got the bitch a lil one
Now she want a big one
My bitch big boss
Your bitch cheap
She just wanna ride in the Hellcat seat she freak on me
Your bitch cheap
Wanna be my wife but she a hoe for Amiri
I cannot marry no bitch
I can't wife no thot
You know I carry the sticks
Ice cold brick too hot
Too geeked up I ain't even moving from this spot
Floating up all these drugs on me feel like a drug
And these demons getting to me step on me like rug
And you gotta fight your demons don't ever give up
Pull up on Friday
She on that molly
You can't come in here
Party too private
Pull up on Friday
She on the molly
You cannot come in here yeah party too private
I'm a lil rowdy
Pockets they tiny
Cannot fit big bills
Riding too hottie
Free that boy Rowdy
Free that boy Bobby
R.I.P. Tio free everybody
They got so much shit to say when I'm turning my back
Fly it back to the city funny I don't hear none of none that
All I get love and these hugs from these ladies man I don't need dap
I put the scope and the beam on the glock they say I'm too attached
I don't like holding no grudges man I just like holding these racks
I get a bill and I flip it to two, bitch I make me some racks
I got two bills and I flip it three
Flip the page I'm inside the magazine
All of my homies clipped up magazine
Pit bull, pit bull, Lamborghini
What, what the fuck that mean slime
Mean I'm riding dirty and I'm riding more fly
Mean I'm reading mean mean mean Ion even lie
That mean I'm riding mean in my Ghini ride
Aiyaiyaiyaaaaaahh
I ain't got time for no fraud
I just got time for the fly
Tryna get my paper sky high
Sky high ooh I'm just tryna get it sky high
Like sky high ooh I'm just tryna get flyer
By my fucking self
No nobody didn't respect my belt
Did this shit all by myself Ion need nobody but myself
Shoutout to Fuego ooh
Yeah, let's go shoutout to Fuego yeah
Yeah, yeah, ugh
Yeah, yeah, let's go ooh
Let's go, let's go ooh
Pull up on Friday
She on that molly
You can't come in here
Party too private
Pull up on Friday
She on the molly
You cannot come in here yeah party too private
I'm a lil rowdy
Pockets they tiny
Cannot fit big bills
Riding too hottie
I got the pack on me bag in the back get the pack out the bag and it smell like the gas
I got the pack on me tax on a tax like a taxi I cash out when they show they hands
Yeah it's not for debate when I pop out they know who it is and they know I'm the man
Look at the way that I carry myself and I carry my team, and I carry my bag
Throwing them big ones
Got the bitch a lil one
Now she want a big one
My bitch big boss
Your bitch cheap
She just wanna ride in the Hellcat seat she freak on me
Your bitch cheap
Wanna be my wife but she a hoe for Amiri
I cannot marry no bitch
I can't wife no thot
You know I carry the sticks
Ice cold brick too hot
Too geeked up I ain't even moving from this spot
Floating up all these drugs on me feel like a drug
And these demons getting to me step on me like rug
And you gotta fight your demons don't ever give up
Pull up on Friday
She on that molly
You can't come in here
Party too private
Pull up on Friday
She on the molly
You cannot come in here yeah party too private
I'm a lil rowdy
Pockets they tiny
Cannot fit big bills
Riding too hottie
Free that boy Rowdy
Free that boy Bobby
R.I.P. Tio free everybody
They got so much shit to say when I'm turning my back
Fly it back to the city funny I don't hear none of none that
All I get love and these hugs from these ladies man I don't need dap
I put the scope and the beam on the glock they say I'm too attached
I don't like holding no grudges man I just like holding these racks
I get a bill and I flip it to two, bitch I make me some racks
I got two bills and I flip it three
Flip the page I'm inside the magazine
All of my homies clipped up magazine
Pit bull, pit bull, Lamborghini
What, what the fuck that mean slime
Mean I'm riding dirty and I'm riding more fly
Mean I'm reading mean mean mean Ion even lie
That mean I'm riding mean in my Ghini ride
Aiyaiyaiyaaaaaahh
I ain't got time for no fraud
I just got time for the fly
Tryna get my paper sky high
Sky high ooh I'm just tryna get it sky high
Like sky high ooh I'm just tryna get flyer
By my fucking self
No nobody didn't respect my belt
Did this shit all by myself Ion need nobody but myself
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Writer(s): Atex A.
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