Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Molly's, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Molly's |
| What up, Wayne? |
| It’s Rio da Yung OG, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| I got |
| A thousand grams of molly, 'bout to party with the college kids |
| I got another gun on me, you ain’t robbin' shit |
| We got enough Wock' right here to start a pharmacist |
| They say the shit I dropped at E crib was the hardest-est |
| A white crystalline alkaloid obtained from opium |
| That’s codeine, you got a whole pint? |
| I want it then |
| My bed was stiff, but now it’s on the floor 'cause I broke it in |
| Just beat my fiend ass, sold him some cut and broke his nose again |
| This the third tester, I ain’t givin' no more after this |
| Whipped a gun out on my son and made him say his whole alphabets |
| Real zazas, eight hundred for a zip of Apple Fritter |
| I’m dehydrating off all this drink, my chaps is lippy |
| Damn, I mean my lips chappy |
| Tuck in my shirt in to show my belt, I know that shit chatty |
| Put my hands in my pants a lot, that’s why they so ashy |
| This bitch tryna get over again, I’m finna choke Ashley |
| Niggas always sneak dissing in songs with they ho asses |
| One day I fell off, but bitch, now I’m back, no backwards |
| Pimp C ain’t drunk more lean than me, I’m finna go ask him |
| 'Cause I’m overdosing this week, I just bought four caskets |
| Okay, it’s time to show y’all niggas why I started this |
| 'Cause I got tired of arguing with all my powder-heads |
| Then Pezzy showed me one rap check and told me ride with him |
| He pulled up on like six party promoters for deposits and |
| Did two features in one hour and charged an arm and leg |
| I’m the only one that can get Act', it’s a prerogative |
| Let her give me top, told her don’t stop, she got a bobblehead |
| Now I’m finna say a bunch of shit I had bottled in |
| I barely know my whole family, I was adopted in |
| He gave me two Glocks for one verse, I got adopted twins |
| Plus my auntie overdosed off pills, that’s why I pop Perc-10s |
| I know it sound dumb, but fuck it, this the life I live |
| Back in the day, you was the shit, you had a car on rims |
| Nowadays, you wanna shit, you gotta drop a Benz |
| I want the drank and pills every month, unky locked me in |
| Told bro to put me in the studio and lock me in |
| I used to be broke, couldn’t even pay to get up in the club |
| Nowadays, I’m walking 'round with pape' like, «Oh, this just a dub» |
| Bitch, stop taking birdbaths and go get in the tub |
| I ain’t gon' cap, I fuck with Lougram, but I take bigger gulps |
| Caught the opps in they mama car, that bitch got riddled up |
| If dawg survive this faceshot, blow the hospital up |
| Fuck puttin' the lighter in the air, hold your pistols up |
| Stuck the AR in his room window and shot the pillows up |
| Damn, and he was in the bed |
| I don’t pour Hi-Tech in pops, I pour my pop in red |
| When it come to running from a nigga, I ain’t got no legs |
| Tuesday, I’m puttin' cheese on the beef like the taco man |
| I can’t catch feelings for a bitch like I ain’t got no hands |
| I probably got corona, I just pissed and I ain’t wash my hands |
| Bitch, stop askin' why my pop dirty and go wash your ass |
| Woke up in the 'jects high off Percs, I can’t find my pants |
| I took 'em off 'cause my inner knee itchin' |
| Niggas missing every shot they take, talkin' 'bout the screen glitchin' |
| Selling dope, carrying a Hi-Point in Moschin' denim |
| That’s the old me, now it’s Amiris, Glock 23 in 'em |
| Yeah, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| Testers 3 shit, nigga |
| Fuck with me, what up, Wayne? |