Molly Santana Dhl
[Intro]
Yeah, let's go (Yeah)
Come on (Yeah)
You know they workin' with Molly
[Verse]
I get them racks in and I'm hitting that dope
Packs in, like bitch I'm froze
I'm always knowing why you doing the most
You only win when you doing the most
Can't settle 'round like these lame ass bums
He just gotta' trust gang and talk 'bout the gun
These bitches so broke, can't even buy themselves gum
(That shit sad)
I've been countin' up, I need a new thumb
Got a bad bitch, say she got a bubble butt
[?], you're my son and sun
Pray to the sky, every Sunday Sun
Thank the Lord, that am one of one
Try to copy, but I be catchin' on
[?] 'em up, like a f..cking couch crumb
That's what they is, dummy
I is what I'm 'posed to be
I get it bigger than locally
Can't settle 'round just smoking weed
Y'all niggas at it, like totally
My stats goin' up globally
I'm rocking Rick, on my toe, elite
Yeah, but not now, no
Yeah, these niggas can't understand
How I count, all these bands
I'm heatin' up, go get a fan
My taste exquisite, never bland
And I keep going green, like I'm a branch (Yeah)
(Like I'm a branch)
And if you see her with me, just know she stamped
Yeah, like, that's my profit, uh
And your bitch so annoying, she a walkin' cramp (Shut the f..ck up)
She a walkin' tramp
Say he want some Molly, yeah, I'm tan like sand (Tan like sand)
And these bitches green, like green eggs and ham
(Like damn, these bitches so burned out)
If we catch yall talkin', y'all get blammed (Bow-bow)
That shit wraps like saran wrap
But talk 'em down, he a dead man
Y'all wallet full of them bands, men
His pockets empty, I dipped 'em
Can't even pay your own rent
When he hit momma life, he frantic (Huh)
Damn, son (Hold up)
You ain't on the type of shit I've been on
(Yeah, I've been on)
[Outro]
Been on
Go get some
Nigga, go get some
