Lyrics:
this shit
I might need a couple tools if we go thru with dis
Copped a few g's just for u baby so do the rest
Yungin with no heart I keep ah pistol by my
I got produce on me, product on me, lots of veggies, molly rollin'
Got shit ready by the corner, I be on my lonesome
Fuck it it's a party, it's
my section
And I party with my best friends
Taking over the lobby and the rest rooms
Getting naughty in the restroom
And she calling me the best uh
We
really painful but I'm over that
I drip on drip like Fiji
I too like faaji soft life living
These racks keeps coming by all means
Selling Molly right in
Met a honey riding on the trolly
Looking kinda Dolby said that I could call her Molly
Said she had a lover that went by the name of Polly
As she
like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama
Pull up with the red roof
Stepping with these red shoes
Baby this that grey goose
Niggas they gotta pay due
Always moving in twos
Back to back we
know the deal
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
And he won't stop and he
Niggas better know that I'm dropping shit
Got the money niggas hating on some oppy shit
Plus they stealing all my flows on some copy shit
Red thang
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
not
Can't you see I was blessed, so the rest of this nonsense needs to stop
The rest of this nonsense needs to stop
Hiphop is hopin' to open a closed
to the top but the grind don't stop
It go tic toc tic toc
More than one hustle steady cooking in the pot
It go tic toc tic toc
I made it to the top but
out front
Blue, red, white
In the dark
Planet express or something I guess
(Gas station, rest stop and)
A galaxy far, far, far away
(A new trend, you
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home
Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
The world has a face that's enchanted
The dead don't rest peacefully
It's wishful thinking
You can't stop the body snatchers, the skinners
You can't stop
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
a costume)
Say hallelujah to the Mahayana Buddha
I'm proud of you but
It's not enough to stop the future
Gotcha loser
The bottom rung cannot confuse us
Ganja
(soarin)
Shake sum, shake sum (soarin)
I had that pack, and I still got it gone (soarin)
I'm on the pack, and I'm stuck on a cloud (soarin)
High of a molly
on tryna stay off it and I'm tryna stop it
The bills in my pocket are burning for molly and imma be honest that I got no real intentions of stopping
If I see
When I see something I want, imma cop
When I see something I want, imma cop it
$1,600 aint shit, I could drop, double that, got my bitch saying "Stop
pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Half a bottle
got to
My last damn life man
Can't stop me
Feel like the best version of me
Better than the rest, you can't trust me
If you just respect me, it'll lose
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