[Verse 1: Yung Trav]
Lil bitch wanna come fuck wit us
Crack the seal and I pour another cup
I'ma light this spliff
Go and split that Dutch
Pull up on 'em with the hammer, nail 'em up (like whoa)
Choppa be loaded, you run up, get folded
I split 'em up like beeferoni (like sheesh)
The loud is so potent, you smell it from miles away
Probably even the country's
A youngin' be rollin'
Like fuck all the shit that they talkin'
Pull up with poles and I poke it
Cause I be patrollin'
Can't fuck with snakes and you know it
I pull up and hop out and blow it (Like cut, ayy)
Bad bitch rollin' with us (skrrt)
Fuckin' me, fuckin' my bro (errk)
Run to the money, my love (ayy)
Addin' it, addin' it up (whoa)
[Verse 2: JF]
Hold up, wait, yah (x7)
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't compromise, I just concentrate
Lost his faith
Young boy lost his way
Hungry as fuck, bitch better toss a plate
Lost in pain
What's gonna be the cost today?
Motherfucker, my heart probably gonna frost today
Toss decay
Tell death walk away
Fuck dying I'm about to go off today
(Yawk, yawk)
I don't know who I'ma pop today
Hold up
I don't know
Y'all gotta be lying saying I don't flow
There isn't any fucking length to which I won't go
Bitch I'll kill back to back just to get that dough (yah)
I tell no lie
Put your hands together and pray to your sky
So just act afraid, you can throw some shade
But you better not act like you don't know why (yuh)
[Verse 3: Yung Trav]
The love and the hate (ouu)
My pistol gon' spray you
I count up the bands (aye)
Finessing the bank (ouu)
Fuck her, no hands
Pull up in a trans am
Drop top in a new land
I'll fuck on his bitch
I ain't got no plans
No time for the old sayings
I'ma fill up this clip
Shoot it and it won't jam
Pull it out and I ain't playin'
Boom, boom, boom, bitch
On the block all day
Serve you up in the hallway
She love my dick
I ain't got no taste
No time for the old games
You ain't hittin' my spliff, don't act like you know me
In the trap with the OGs
We move them bricks
[Bridge]
Molly, dope, molly, molly, molly, dope, molly, dope (x3)
(Yeah we moving that dope)
Molly, dope, molly, molly, molly, dope
[Verse 4: JF]
Look
I ain't slept in like a week
I ain't really had a reason to
I've been slow and coming on the creep
Mood's changing like the seasons do
I've been fuckin' acting like a freak
I ain't really even meaning to
And I'm slowly working towards the peak
You can say I took the scenic route
So I'm running and running
And gunning and gunning
I go through this shit to deliver it
Bitch I got ten brothers
From like ten mothers
Different skin colors
What's the difference?
They do not understand
I'm from another land
Where you don't judge a man
Just cause you fuckin' can
What the fuck's up with that?
That shit is fucking whack
Some of the best I know straight from the gutter, fam
Slow it down with this rappin'
Let you all know what's happenin'
In my own life, cause my own strife
Really got me thinkin' bout capping
My own shit
Like fuck it's done
We gon' do this shit until we fuckin' won
So you better perk up, fuckin' pay attention
Cause you all gon' listen once the ruckus done
[Outro: Yung Trav]
The love and the hate (ouu)
My pistol gon' spray you
I count up the bands (aye)
Finessing the bank (ouu)
Fuck her, no hands
Pull up in a trans am
Drop top in a new land
I'll fuck on his bitch
I ain't got no plans
No time for the old sayings
I'ma fill up this clip...
