4 PM
Molly Montana bitch I serve you work at the door
After 4 PM you can get this shit for the low
Trapping is my hobby dope fiends chilling in the lobby
Wanna sell sum work? Well then bitch nigga run it by me
Close the fuckin door axe man coming through
Let the scythe cut up yo' body sigil fingers too
It's training day load up the Kay and send you on yo' way
I'm Molly All-Star nigga I give the final say
(I'm him)
Niggas talk shit I can't hear em no more
Sewed up they lips reaper waitin' at the door
Clean up the scene leave ya' homie on the floor
Red and silver mace bitch thats yo' blood at the base
Riddle your body with bullets bitch the whole clip been thru' it
Sending these niggas up out the way and I hate hearing christians pray
Sadity bury me about the jealousy imma make these niggas pay
FMJ hollowtips they rip his brain
Bad bitch bouble butt BBL she look just lik she Kim K
If foenem said they on the way it's finna' be a bad day
Talk up on the internet in real life I call you stain
Fire up this wood and make sure my blunt's good
Take one hit of this shit it'll send you to the moon
Talkin out ya' mouth will get ya' head popped like balloon
ALLSTAR been on y'all ass sending niggas to they doom
Poppin niggas skulls open yall gon need a clean up crew
Whoopin niggas asses like a cracker call me "Drew"
Laws couldn't find his body so his death they presumed
After 4 PM you can get this shit for the low
Trapping is my hobby dope fiends chilling in the lobby
Wanna sell sum work? Well then bitch nigga run it by me
Close the fuckin door axe man coming through
Let the scythe cut up yo' body sigil fingers too
It's training day load up the Kay and send you on yo' way
I'm Molly All-Star nigga I give the final say
(I'm him)
Niggas talk shit I can't hear em no more
Sewed up they lips reaper waitin' at the door
Clean up the scene leave ya' homie on the floor
Red and silver mace bitch thats yo' blood at the base
Riddle your body with bullets bitch the whole clip been thru' it
Sending these niggas up out the way and I hate hearing christians pray
Sadity bury me about the jealousy imma make these niggas pay
FMJ hollowtips they rip his brain
Bad bitch bouble butt BBL she look just lik she Kim K
If foenem said they on the way it's finna' be a bad day
Talk up on the internet in real life I call you stain
Fire up this wood and make sure my blunt's good
Take one hit of this shit it'll send you to the moon
Talkin out ya' mouth will get ya' head popped like balloon
ALLSTAR been on y'all ass sending niggas to they doom
Poppin niggas skulls open yall gon need a clean up crew
Whoopin niggas asses like a cracker call me "Drew"
Laws couldn't find his body so his death they presumed
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Writer(s): David Rubalcado
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