pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
i said my shooters cost a grip
twelve fifty for the kicks
fifty in my pants
that ho thought i was on bricks
tell homie pipe down
i know he not with the shits
we gon' blow him right down then skeet off in the whip
like andre
we drummin'
got the drums in the clip
niggas seen how we comin'
now they youngins wanna flip
i don't want your mixtape
i treat it like a frisbee
you ain't certified
all that talking you can miss me
shooters outside
couple shooters in here with me
i'm slapped off the henny
call bro to come and get me
pull up in your hood in a bentley
i'm gangster
my youngin take your chain then thank ya
i'm with g-money
call it drank up
you broke
get your bank up
i know that bitch popped without that makeup
in the cut rollin' stank up
molly on stage droppin' rakes on that gang stuff
get a goofy flamed up
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
look bitch
you a dirty ass trick
always got yo hand out
i'm cuban doll
i stand out
that's why i brought my mans out
cause i got them bands now
cause we in a benz now
break it down
smoke a pound
it's a damn shame how they change for the fame
fuck a name
i'm in the game
i make it rain
you's a lame
i pull a stain
you ain't gang
you need a pass to hang
'fore i snatch yo chain
murk your ass and catch a plane
cuban savage
i'm insane
i don't do no talkin' bitch
'cuase there ain't nothin' to talk about
pull up to the murder scene this bitch wanna talk it out
i'ma pull that chopper out
bullets make 'em walk it out
now this bitch forgot about
that gangster shit you not about
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
fuck the opposite and fuck 12
man they ain't stoppin' shit
hoes dick biting
if i had one
you'd be toppin' it
i'm droppin' shit
yeah my name is molly
i ain't poppin' it
four of the hi-tech in the fanta
swear i'm high as shit
all these bitches lyin'
talking 'bout they takin' trips
rob your ho out the stick then i put forty in your bitch
i won't miss
like i'm swiping
nigga all my pieces hitting
i'll never trust a goofy
all you bitches counterfeit
i don't know why these bitches hate me
i don't never hate
slide down your block with the k and they bitches elevate
say they put money on my head
well get it back bitch
i ain't dead
yeah bitch that's what i said
free my brother
fuck the feds
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store
pull up on yo block
we gon' let it blow
we don't talk to snitches
we don't fuck with hoes
you fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed
i just seen't your mama at the corner store