Let It Blow (feat. Molly Brazy)

Pull up on your block, we gon' let it blow (Skrrt, skrrt)

(Let that motherfucker go)

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

(We don't fuck with you, y'all gon' call the cops)

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed (Not us)

I just seent your mama at the corner store (Bitch)

Pull up on your block, we gon' let it blow (Skrrt, skrrt)

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

(We don't fuck with you, y'all gon' call the cops)

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed (Not us)

I just seent your mama at the corner store (Bitch)

Look, bitch, you a dirty ass trick, always got your 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

I'll break it down, smoke a pound

It's a damn shame how they change for the fame

Fuckin' at my mini-game, I make it rain

You's a lame, I pull a stank

You ain't gang, you need a place to hang 'fore I snatch your chain

Murk your ass and catch a plane, Cuban savage, I'm insane

I don't do no talkin', bitch, 'cause there ain't nothin' to talk about

Pull up to the murder scene, bitch, let's go on, let's talk it out

I'ma pull that chopper out, bullets make 'em walk it out

Now this bitch forgot about that gangsta shit you not about

Pull up on your block, we gon' let it blow (Skrrt, skrrt)

(Let that motherfucker go)

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

(We don't fuck with you, y'all gon' call the cops)

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed (Not us)

I just seent your mama at the corner store (Bitch)

Pull up on your block, we gon' let it blow (Skrrt, skrrt)

(Let that motherfucker go)

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

(We don't fuck with you, y'all gon' call the cops)

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed (Not us)

I just seent your mama at the corner store

Fuck the opposite and fuck 12, man, they ain't stoppin' shit

(Fuck 'em)

Hoes dick bitin', if I had one, you'd be toppin' it (Dick bitin')

I'm droppin' shit, yeah, my name is Molly, I ain't poppin' it

(Four, four, four)

Four with a High-Tech and a Fanta, swear I'm high as shit

(High as fuck)

All these bitches lyin', talkin' 'bout they takin' trips

Rob your hoe out the stick, then I put forty in your bitch

I won't miss, like I'm swipin', ****, all my pieces hittin'

I ain't never trust a goofy, all you bitches counterfeit (Counterfeit)

I don't know why these bitches hate me, I don't ever hate (Never)

Slide on your block with the K and they bitches elevate

(Four, four, four)

Say they put money on my head, well, get it back, bitch, I ain't dead

(I ain't dead)

Yeah, bitch, thats what I said, free my brother, fuck the feds

(Free the boy)

Pull up on your block, we gon' let it blow (Skrrt, skrrt)

(Let that motherfucker go)

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

(We don't fuck with you, y'all gon' call the cops)

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed (Not us)

I just seent your mama at the corner store (Bitch)

Pull up on your block, we gon' let it blow (Skrrt, skrrt)

(Let that motherfucker go)

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

(We don't fuck with you, y'all gon' call the cops)

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed (Not us)

I just seent your mama at the corner store (Bitch)