Top Songs By S3nsi Molly
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
S3nsi Molly
Performer
Lil Brook
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooklyn Bolden
Composer
Marissa White
Composer
Jonathan Martinez
Composer
José Sandoval
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Purple. K
Producer
Young God
Producer
Chris Eldrich
Recording Engineer
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Purple K)
Huh, yeah
Yeah, go
Ayy, yeah
Ayy (Huh)
(I got my work from the narcos)
Go
Hah, you ain't no trapper, ain't pushin' no pack (Hell nah)
You ain't seen the laws, take off four flat (Skrrt)
You don't be up in the trap (Nah)
You don’t sip lean or post up with that strap
Bitch, I got bands, that's big racks (Hah)
Get on her knees and she eat it like Tic Tac (Eat it)
I take your ho, no you won't get your bitch back (No)
Ride with a Glock, I be chillin', just kick back
No, I do not move when you say so (Go)
I be in the trap with the Glock, I just lay low (Lay low)
Put a red dot on his head like it's halo (Go)
Give me the money, I want all the pesos
Talkin' that shit, just stop (Stop)
Send me the Addy, I'll be on your block (Your block)
Shoot up the show, ****, pass me the Glock (Glock)
Pop me a Perc' and get head in the drop-top (Yup, go)
Yeah, send me that shit, I'ma slide, hah (Slide)
Pop out with sticks, we gon' pop out with nines (Pop out, knock out)
Set up a play, I'ma slide with the guys (Set up a play)
Set up a lick and we split it like pie (Huh, yeah, go)
Ice on my wrist and my neck (Iced out)
Walk in the club and I fuck up a check (Walk that stride)
Take off his top, we don’t shoot at no vests (Take it off)
You got the plug with the pills that be pressed (Hah, go)
Yeah, walk in the trap, take over (Walked in)
Load up, go, spin out the Rover (Spin out the Rover)
Roll up that gas, I can't fuck when I'm sober (Roll it up, roll it up)
Bring back the work, she gon' do what I told her (Bring it back, bitch)
Do what I told her, eat up the dick (Eat it up)
Percocet, she start doing tricks (Ha)
Backend from the show, I'ma spend it on kicks (Ha)
If rappin' don’t work, I'ma hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Designer everything, I'm a pop star (Go)
Strapped on the stage at the show like a rockstar (Strapped)
Need a new kidney, too much of that Wockhardt (Hah)
Hop in the foreign and go take off the top of the fast car (Skrrt)
You ain’t shootin' at shit, just carry a stick (Grrah)
If I pull out that Glock, I'ma shoot, I won't miss
Got the drop on the ****, I'm sendin' his bitch (Hm?)
Throw me that work, catchin' plays like a pick (Go, go)
Hah, you ain't no trapper, ain't pushin' no pack (Hell nah)
You ain't seen the laws, take off four flat (Skrrt)
You don't be up in the trap (Nah)
You don’t sip lean or post up with that strap
Bitch, I got bands, that's big racks (Hah)
Get on her knees and she eat it like Tic Tac (Eat it)
I take your ho, no you won't get your bitch back (No)
Ride with a Glock, I be chillin', just kick back
No, I do not move when you say so (Go)
I be in the trap with the Glock, I just lay low (Lay low)
Put a red dot on his head like it's halo (Go)
Give me the money, I want all the pesos
Talkin' that shit, just stop (Stop)
Send me the Addy, I'll be on your block (Your block)
Shoot up the show, ****, pass me the Glock (Glock)
Pop me a Perc' and get head in the drop-top (Yup, go)
Hah, give her some Henny (Ooh)
That’s a freak (Freak)
Throwin' it back, she gon' fuck up the sheet (Throw it back)
Eat it up, ooh, feast (Yeah)
Count it up, blue cheese (Guap)
Get off my dick, bitch (Go)
Walk up in the club and I stay with the stick (Yuh)
Glock four-oh and it came with the grip
One call and I send 'em, get knocked off the list (Hah)
White shirt, polo (Polo)
Bitch, I'm fuck on your ho, though (Go)
Wait, stop, this bitch want a photo (Snap it up)
Pat down, walk in with the pole though (Strapped up)
Hah, yeah, flex with my chain (Flex, flex)
Fuck for a night, don’t ask for a name (Who?)
Richard Mille, rock a Plain Jane (Plain)
I ain’t no rapper, no, we ain’t the same (Hah, bitch)
Stop at the light, shoot the window (Go)
None of these **** my kinfolk (Hell no)
Ayy, bend that ass over like limbo
Turn the beat up 'cause this bitch uptempo, go
I got the plays like a cheat code (Go)
Fuck on that bitch, she a freak ho (Freak)
Pull out your chain and that shit get Deebo'd (Oh well)
One more, eleven to zero (Bitch)
Hah, you ain't no trapper, ain't pushin' no pack (Hell nah)
You ain't seen the laws, take off four flat (Skrrt)
You don't be up in the trap (Nah)
You don’t sip lean or post up with that strap
Bitch, I got bands, that's big racks (Hah)
Get on her knees and she eat it like Tic Tac (Eat it)
I take your ho, no you won't get your bitch back (No)
Ride with a Glock, I be chillin', just kick back
No, I do not move when you say so (Go)
I be in the trap with the Glock, I just lay low (Lay low)
Put a red dot on his head like it's halo (Go)
Give me the money, I want all the pesos
Talkin' that shit, just stop (Stop)
Send me the Addy, I'll be on your block (Your block)
Shoot up the show, ****, pass me the Glock (Glock)
Pop me a Perc' and get head in the drop-top
Written by: Brooklyn Bolden, Jonathan Martinez, José Sandoval, Marissa White