[LIL' MOLLY]
[Chorus:]
Yo, my flow
So s**y that's how it goes
Yeah motha f**a im straight from the grove
Blunt in the right; in the left, it's petrone
"sick of these hoes" are u really tho?
Cuz u be on the phone with like 3 in a row
Sippin codeine cuz it's making things slow
Trippin and dripping and losin control, yo
[Verse 1:]
I go to my friends house to smoke up a bowl
Cruise on the highway, but we hit a toll
Lady asks me why my eyes look so funny i said
"b**h, stfu and just take my money!"
I throw her the change, b**h started giving me looks
And i stepped on the gas all the way
Huffin and puffin this blunt motha f**a im f**ing insane
I pull up to the trap house, walk in and take my socks off
Got a fine b**h with her top off winkin at me
Trynna see if she can hop on
Everything was nice smooth until the b**h bent down and
Showed a strap on
I said hell f**in no, i thumped her in the head and ran back to my grandma
[Chorus:]
Yo, my flow
So s**y that's how it goes
Yeah motha f**a im straight from the grove
Blunt in the right; in the left, it's petrone
"sick of these hoes" are u really tho?
Cuz u be on the phone with like 3 in a row
Sippin codeine cuz it's making things slow
Trippin and dripping and losin control
[TOSTY]
Uh, tosty
[Verse 1:]
Yo my flo
Smokin' this loud to the dome
Hop on the e-way, whippin it back home
Takin the molly I'm rollin my chrome
Stay spittin bars when I'm still in the zone
I'm good at this sh** but I still stay unknown
Funny how yo b**h rock my cologne
Think that I'm frontin', I'm still hella stoned
(music break)
(tosty) I'm just a kid with a really big dream
Done with the bullsh**, f** all the fiends
Curbstomp yo a**, bon apetite
We straight from the grove, we packin' the heat
When it's dark out, stay off the streets
Stay at the crib, under the sheets
Boolin' all day that I can even see
Smokin' so much that I can't even breathe
I f**s with your b**h, I gave her the wink
She f**s-in with me so I gave her the D
She ridin' on top, she got a degree
(she got a degree?) yeah, she got a degree
I ain't gon' wife her, that just ain't me
Spittin these bars and sippin codeine
That's the real me, don't f** with a G
(don't f** with a G) don't f** with a G
Don't f** with a G
Got 2 bad b**hes rollin' doobies
They're so much smoke that you can't even see
Drop the windows if you see the po-lice
Ain't goin back I got sensitive knees
Livin the life, I love being free
Hit my line if you need some xannies
I got five bad b**hes callin' me daddy
One of them blow while I whip my caddie
Brain was so good, her name was maddy
sh** I'm tweaking her name was Sammy
p**y so good it tasting like candy
[Outro];
Tosty, kid with a dream, gang