Molly Rocks
Cooling with the drop top down in the summertime breeze
Old school girl ridin clean smoking on green
Lemonade bitch my only real mu fucking squeeze
Refresh yo lips this dick then imma
Imma flee
Yeah
This That
The droptop I'm ridin past yo mother fucking crib
I'm throwing duces at yo bitch
Like homies throwing steel
Cant be fucking with lil boy
He like Stewart to a hawk
I'm packed out with my birds
Turn this shit into a flock
Fuck the scratch up
We getting turnt up and fucked up
Molly rocks and paper tops
Somebody fill my cup up
Party dots till pistol pops
You fucking up my buzz bruh
Blue flashing lights through the new seal
Yea
Pop that bitch and turn into the city
We be swerving in the endzone
She be feeling friend zoned
Cause money on my mental
Pops said hold it in bro emotions just a rental
Yeah
Driving way to high
I feel stupid stoned
Trynna hold it down in the mother fucking hooptie chrome
You can feel the pound of the loud like a stereo
Floating on a cloud I'm just trynna find my way home
I be selling sacks to these mothers
Got a tab of acid on my sucker
Floating on an island with my lover
Taking off her clothes pretty colors
I'm just in my mental state asking is it finished
Or a different way
Blocking out my problems
While I'm sippin on this lemonade
If I ever come down there's a come up on a different day
Chief I be thieving
Burnt some bridges just to eat today
I'm mixing molly in a Gatorade
Turnt up in the studio
I'm out here trynna celebrate
Coming through with what I say
My homies on to brighter days
These feelings I can't feel with pain
I'm trynna keep my mental sane