[Intro: Joseph McFashion]
Man, I'm just tryna inspire these lil' niggas
I just dropped thirty on a watch (Damn, E, this a classic)
And my niggas did too (Coach me, Joey)
Man, we got like a lil', a lil' all-star team over here, nigga
We got JR, we got Molly
Got Cuban
Welcome my nigga DZ to the squad, nigga
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I ain't gon' lie, this that one, ran it up and I went dumb
Knock a nigga down with that drum, got your bitch drunk off rum
When she come to me, she cum, yeah, she wanna taste my yum
Put my seeds on her tongue, fuck her, once then I'm done
Down the way makin' runs, we buy chopsticks for fun
Spend ten thousands on guns, you want beef, here we come
Big FN with the beams, R.I.P., make 'em scream
Baby chop, M14s, send a hundred at your team
Brodie just put a whole hundred up off beans
I'ma see a mil' off this shit before I leave
Rollie out the ass, doin' the dash in a sleeve
Walk inside the club, fuck it up, and then we leave
[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
Ayy, for you sneak-dissin' hoes on my timeline
I'm clearing my schedule to do some drive-bys
Brazy, lil' baby, I ain't even 5'5"
Fuck the 'net, this chopper make a bitch sign out
Damn, y'all hoes be eighteen and up
No ice, no bundles, lookin' crazy as fuck
Sayin' that you low-key, you shady as fuck
My type of nigga wouldn't even let you pay him to fuck
Draco kick a bitch in the head, it's Kevin Gates
Send her to heaven gates, time to slide, I'm never late
Ballin' on you broke-ass hoes, I never hate
All my bottles free in the club, I never pay, pussy
Man, I'm just tryna inspire these lil' niggas
I just dropped thirty on a watch (Damn, E, this a classic)
And my niggas did too (Coach me, Joey)
Man, we got like a lil', a lil' all-star team over here, nigga
We got JR, we got Molly
Got Cuban
Welcome my nigga DZ to the squad, nigga
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I ain't gon' lie, this that one, ran it up and I went dumb
Knock a nigga down with that drum, got your bitch drunk off rum
When she come to me, she cum, yeah, she wanna taste my yum
Put my seeds on her tongue, fuck her, once then I'm done
Down the way makin' runs, we buy chopsticks for fun
Spend ten thousands on guns, you want beef, here we come
Big FN with the beams, R.I.P., make 'em scream
Baby chop, M14s, send a hundred at your team
Brodie just put a whole hundred up off beans
I'ma see a mil' off this shit before I leave
Rollie out the ass, doin' the dash in a sleeve
Walk inside the club, fuck it up, and then we leave
[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
Ayy, for you sneak-dissin' hoes on my timeline
I'm clearing my schedule to do some drive-bys
Brazy, lil' baby, I ain't even 5'5"
Fuck the 'net, this chopper make a bitch sign out
Damn, y'all hoes be eighteen and up
No ice, no bundles, lookin' crazy as fuck
Sayin' that you low-key, you shady as fuck
My type of nigga wouldn't even let you pay him to fuck
Draco kick a bitch in the head, it's Kevin Gates
Send her to heaven gates, time to slide, I'm never late
Ballin' on you broke-ass hoes, I never hate
All my bottles free in the club, I never pay, pussy
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