[Hook]
Got a whole thing of molly
Don't tell no body
Geeked up can't stop it, fall asleep in the lobby
Got a whole thing of lean, I don't pop no bean
Pull up on the scene, paint it red and green
Got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash
Got a whole bunch of hash, Two hundred on the dash
I don't wanna drive fast
I don't wanna serve bags
Ridin' round with stevie, ain't talkin' bout Nash
[Verse 1]
I'm creepin' in a motherf**in' crouch
[?]
Bust it down, hit your avenue and off the sh**
Fake bricks don't even know where Slauson is, slash that
Where the guns at? I'm hands on with those
I don't serve none, its the wrong number
Hit my mans phone for those
I got brown sugar, you say you want pink toes
Got big dimes same size as mentos
We still eating that slice, no kimbo
This S double M sh** I'm a member
I meant member, whats the word, I drank the syrup
And I smoke kush thats OG, not Purp
[Hook]
Got a whole thing of molly
Don't tell no body
Geeked up can't stop it, fall asleep in the lobby
Got a whole thing of lean, I don't pop no bean
Pull up on the scene, paint it red and green
Got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash
Got a whole bunch of hash, Two hundred on the dash
I don't wanna drive fast
I don't wanna serve bags
Ridin' round with stevie, ain't talkin' bout Nash
[Verse 2]
[?] where the move hoe
I'm not slim but I'm Dunkin in your hoe, (RIP Doe)
On the molly everything is very slow (what the f**)
But my heart beating fast as hell yo
What the hell done got to me
I'm geekin' off [?] sh**
I tell her young future watch this
I bring it all back inside the pot with it, cooked
Amazing f**ing grace
All this ice inside my rings you could skate
I'm better than crocker with the cake
I ain't cookin' on house but the dope taste like steak
Blatt
[Hook]
Got a whole thing of molly
Don't tell no body
Geeked up can't stop it, fall asleep in the lobby
Got a whole thing of lean, I don't pop no bean
Pull up on the scene, paint it red and green
Got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash
Got a whole bunch of hash, Two hundred on the dash
I don't wanna drive fast
I don't wanna serve bags
Ridin' round with stevie, ain't talkin' bout Nash