DJ Scream - MWZC lyrics

(Intro) Izze The Producer DJ Scream! (Hook x2) Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke (Verse) Extendos, f** that reload Lock and load til the block explode Can’t wait, man I got to go We shoot it down, they got to know Campaign, steal champagne b**h disrespectin this red wayne 10-90, so wet cool sponsored links Disrespect who? I wish you would Thugged out and we smoke good Stand the top of my rose hood 100 n***a, no rolls with it I throw grams in this back wood Throw his body in the back woods ‘Cause body parts like the cartels Chop em, make em do kart wheels Tell yo p**y a**, so diamond bells You a lyin n***a, you the s**er trap Sellin weed and we sellin wide I’m down more and I’m really right Checkin up peas, yelling f** life Thug life, 4 ounces – that’s dirty Sprite She a go on ice Rich as hell off rap n***a Shippin my own packs n***a (Hook x2) Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke (Verse) It’s Gucci So many b**hes callin, gotta keep it on the charger n***as keep on hatin, I’mma load up my revolver Since this day won’t think that’s why, I put em on the Charger Take these rappers to the hood like a fish out the water n***a never cross me cuz Gucci so double crosser Used to wear some valids just like Nino at the corner A scream n***a turn in the street, that’s when a n***a lost me Hold my Rollie up cuz yea two bricks that’s what it cost I had a bossy b**h with bossy too, I put her on the molly And my bank account’s so pregnant that my pocket need Pilates People think I’m crazy cuz I keep buyin Ferraris Okay that brand new Bentley, b**h it cost me bout 3 Maseratis (Hook x2) Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke (Verse) Xanax have a n***a head sleep, you shall suffer Mollies quicker picker upper, f** with no rubber s**ed my dick in her mouth, she blew me like a whistle All free and make my balls shut, look like a pistol Ballin so crazy I think I need a agent White girl, do that white girl Caucasian Sellin then go part, I put you on a open cager Back to school, me about to, I ain’t got no patience Fast money, fast cars, I mean feels good 10 shots at yo table, 25ths over hood Your plug from another hood, mine from Mexico XR, high as hell, I like that dash 40 low (Hook x2) Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke