Joey Fatts - Molly Maid lyrics

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] Face down, it's a motherf**ing molly tuna Wasabi music Strong dick, long clips catch bodies to it Got you pussies dripping like South Beach Connected like [?] Watch for that mouth piece That life's a b**h but them slugs cheaper p**y, you talking sh**, you get dug deeper Not your boys keeper, I'm your boys reaper Brick Flair, molly maid street sweeper Fiends facing bricks like a sensei Riding with my red socks, but far from the Fenway German Suplex when the tech spray Feed the streets ??? ??? Bring that Latino heat, comprende [Hook: A$ton Matthews x2] [Verse 2: Vince Staples] My n***a how you gone shoot me Can't fit a deuce inside them tight a** jeans Best believe we move them P's, fiends is like Dawn of the Dead Them copper toppers send 'em all at yo' head So tell 'em heads up, cause them 7's up And ten times out of ten n***as gone get shot This smash-mouth football, that goal line blue sh** Them thirty clips is worthless if you ain't' gone hit sh** But I ain't gone miss, so you can miss me with that rapping Pop me at yo' momma, tell that b**h to run, I feel like Cappadonna Ride around like I shot Ricky, get you like they got Biggie Them bullets hot and that pavement hard So don't look for God, cause he not with me That Glock with me, nine in the back Got one in the hole, put your mind in your lap You can thank my momma for that