mdma (molly)

When we walk in

All the bitches they gon stare

We the only niggas in this bitch with bread

She told me that she love me, now she started acting fed

I think she bumped her head, she keep forgetting what she said

Brought hoes to the party, bitch I'm trynna get naughty

I just fucked the bitch she wanna stay beside me

And we keep hella sticks bitch we keep shooting shit off molly

She pulling on my chains we fucking faster than a 'gatti

Cant love a lil thottie or a hoe, lil bitch im sorry

She could be your bitch but she gon buss it for me

You cant get your own shit but you gon talk about my money

Go change your clothes bitch you out here looking fuckin bummy

Nigga you aint got no movement to be talking to me

Dont care about these niggas, i treat all of them like opps to me

If we is talking business, move properly

I told my mother i can never trust a bitch like honestly

My niggas outside move cautiously

I told the muhfucking bitch niggas stop glancing me

I think this shit right here is my destiny

I had to change my circle i did not fuck with they entity

I knew that muhfucka he had jealousy

Black biker jacket on nigga sippin hennessy

I told that hoe that I would give her clarity

But she so fuckin slow i swear this bitch she got no tendency

When we walk in

All the bitches they gon stare

We the only niggas in this bitch with bread

She told me that she love me, now she started acting fed

I think she bumped her head, she keep forgetting what she said

Brought hoes to the party, bitch I'm trynna get naughty

I just fucked the bitch she wanna stay beside me

And we keep hella sticks bitch we keep shooting shit off molly

She pulling on my chains we fucking faster than a 'gatti

Walked up in the party, off all types of narcotics

I got drugs in my body, i feel like what i want

I got whatever you need, baby tell me what you want

You cant style like me, this drip bought it from the boat

My trap game supreme, i got-

For the low, ye

I keep getting this green, i pull the strings, i pull the ropes

I had to get the ferrari cause they acting, doing the most

Shit aint what it seem, not talm, bout that bitch, the bankroll, ye

I need them bands, i need a ghost

You aint talking bout the bands my bad, i gotta ghost ya

Heard you trynna come up on my bag, i could coach ya

Wait till i up a billion cash, i will show it

I cant stop getting to it, i got a chip on my shoulder

And i been having this shit while im rocking that rick

Bitch im cold as fuck

Me and bro go line for line, a four and shit, we pouring up

I can take my time with this shit, they still cant fuck with us

When we walk in

All the bitches they gon stare

We the only niggas in this bitch with bread

She told me that she love me, now she started acting fed

I think she bumped her head, she keep forgetting what she said

Brought hoes to the party, bitch I'm trynna get naughty

I just fucked the bitch she wanna stay beside me

And we keep hella sticks bitch we keep shooting shit off molly

She pulling on my chains we fucking faster than a 'gatti