Mello Vs Wello 2
X yeah
Mellowello get it crackin'
Mellowello 'bout that action
Mellowello wake up get in the booth and spit a caption
Bro gettin' shipped molly off the black market
He was talmbout Wrangler fuck it Imma Trackhawk it
He told me put the yeah down 'cause I'm always blacked off it
He a junkie unky man his wood got sum smack on it
You was sayin' you was tough better stand on it
I said you was a bitch boy who post shit on the gram
Like you ain't Anti Mafia so I can't shake ya hand
Like maybe Imma pop out for a cool two hunnid grand
I pop out like what's a Honda I'm in a Hemi now
I call my brodie hold up because he never let me down
Like Imma turn the traction off and Imma let it bend
Like Imma pop a perky erky then I put the Henny down
Bitch ask ya man wonder who he think he better than
Clearly it ain't me because his bitch undo my MCM
I text her friend she on my side like why you mad at him
Imma only smoke that Doopywood if it's wrapped in hemp
Who the fuck was chattin' 'bout the team we put ass to belt
She gon play around I broke her heart I'm like how that felt
You be talkin' 'bout you winnin' but you be grabbin' L's
Imma make a bitch sign NDA I don't tap and tell
You got no pape you be chasin' hoes
I threw two pink panthers in a four
I need a quarter ticket just to pop out I be on the low
You said you saw me with ya little bitch but I don't even know
Like why the fuck you bein' nosey you ain't had to find out
That pussy ran from us in person but he tryna type now
I heard you talkin shit so X slide knock ya lights out
You be too loud for a bitch pussy pipe down
I got one two three four five bitches in the crib
Six seven eight nine ten Smith n's at ya lid
If we slide through and miss we gon spin his shit again
Imma keep fuckin' on yo bitch 'til I hit the ribs
XO the swish god pussy you just hit the rim
She say that I'm to worried 'bout give and take bitch Imma businessman
I be with the guys I put the Wock up talmbout Dilly Dilly
Shawty saw her friend up in my messages she really pissy
Huh oh wait that ain't what you think it is
Bitches gold-diggin' link her she hand me a Christmas list
I just poured a four up fuck it Imma mix a fifth
Bitch talmbout some love baby tell me what it really is
Huh wait she talmbout love
I'm talmbout Wock I'm talmbout pape I'm talmbout drugs
Like all that shit ain't some I can discuss
XO need a ozzie ozzie fuck a dub
X yeah
Mellowello get it crackin'
Mellowello 'bout that action
Mellowello wake up get in the booth and spit a caption
Bro gettin' shipped molly off the black market
He was talmbout Wrangler fuck it Imma Trackhawk it
He told me put the yeah down 'cause I'm always blacked off it
He a junkie unky man his wood got sum smack on it
You was sayin' you was tough better stand on it
I said you was a bitch boy who post shit on the gram
Like you ain't Anti Mafia so I can't shake ya hand
Like maybe Imma pop out for a cool two hunnid grand
I pop out like what's a Honda I'm in a Hemi now
I call my brodie hold up because he never let me down
Like Imma turn the traction off and Imma let it bend
Like Imma pop a perky erky then I put the Henny down
Bitch ask ya man wonder who he think he better than
Clearly it ain't me because his bitch undo my MCM
I text her friend she on my side like why you mad at him
Imma only smoke that Doopywood if it's wrapped in hemp
Who the fuck was chattin' 'bout the team we put ass to belt
She gon play around I broke her heart I'm like how that felt
You be talkin' 'bout you winnin' but you be grabbin' L's
Imma make a bitch sign NDA I don't tap and tell
You got no pape you be chasin' hoes
I threw two pink panthers in a four
I need a quarter ticket just to pop out I be on the low
You said you saw me with ya little bitch but I don't even know
Like why the fuck you bein' nosey you ain't had to find out
That pussy ran from us in person but he tryna type now
I heard you talkin shit so X slide knock ya lights out
You be too loud for a bitch pussy pipe down
I got one two three four five bitches in the crib
Six seven eight nine ten Smith n's at ya lid
If we slide through and miss we gon spin his shit again
Imma keep fuckin' on yo bitch 'til I hit the ribs
XO the swish god pussy you just hit the rim
She say that I'm to worried 'bout give and take bitch Imma businessman
I be with the guys I put the Wock up talmbout Dilly Dilly
Shawty saw her friend up in my messages she really pissy
Huh oh wait that ain't what you think it is
Bitches gold-diggin' link her she hand me a Christmas list
I just poured a four up fuck it Imma mix a fifth
Bitch talmbout some love baby tell me what it really is
Huh wait she talmbout love
I'm talmbout Wock I'm talmbout pape I'm talmbout drugs
Like all that shit ain't some I can discuss
XO need a ozzie ozzie fuck a dub
X yeah
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