225 - Robb Bank$

Molly

Free all my niggas up

I think I might be happy

Hah

You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig

You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig

You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig

You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig

Loud and live

From the back

I’m from the side

Do the Wraith

Keep up the pace

Take a knee

Still can’t wife a freak

Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then?

I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him

I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down

Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out

Maybach 23

Rollin' on a bean

Made her drink my Minute Made

Take her out like Sandra

I ain’t gon' shoot no-one today

no Sharpay

Signed into it with a Sharpie

Lil nigga, know you my protege

19, got 20 for a show

18, got 50 for the load

17, had 0 Texakos

13, I had hopped off the porch

I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes

You was pussy 'fore me, both with snotty nose

I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast

I’m a real ass nigga, we both know

Fuck I’m cappin' for?

Loud and live

From the back

I’m from the side

Do the Wraith

Keep up the pace

Take a knee

Still can’t wife a freak

Beat the pot, beat the pot

Beat the pot, smash

Gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, bag

Walk through, walk through

Walk through, splash

Bless you, bless you

Too fresh, death

Who gon' check me?

Whatever you do ain’t finna impress me

Uh, rhinestone cobweb like I’m Presley

Uh, Black Clover, do magic

I ain’t never been one of them niggas, get online and talk all that shit, uh

Ate a bum hoe out last night and the bitch left her crumbs on my lip, uh

Green heart, don’t feel nothing, I ain’t finna wife none hoe, not for shit

And the bitch said won’t hear what I’m sayin', finna learn something,

I don’t wanna kiss you

Pussy ass lil nigga got a bitty ass chain on and that lame ass still tryna flex

Early morning, late nights in that Nissan, me and Kie Mon' took that risk

Look at these scripts of a sea bring, and I never on a trip

Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway, and he still gave his ass another year

Loud and live

From the back

I’m from the side

Do the Wraith

Keep up the pace

Take a knee

Still can’t wife a freak

Beat the pot, beat the pot

Beat the pot, smash

Gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, bag

Walk through, walk through

Walk through, splash

Bless you, bless you

Too fresh, death