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Damn, Molly, you fine as hell Niggas talk behind your back, then they play dumb when you confront 'em While you playin' Call of Duty, I'm outside sellin' pounds in onions (damn) Asked my mom what I got caught with, man, they kicked me out of school (blind sweat for this motherfucker) We spinned his crib so many times, he had to pack his shit up and move College bitch from Georgia Southern, say she love my lazy eye You can't get up in this car if you ain't hoppin' in with no fire Never let a nigga sit in your back seat when you catch plays I bought bullets by the thousands, I got ammunition for days Fuck them dogs, they can't smell it 'cause I vacuum sealed it twicе If you broke and ain't got motion, I ain't tryna hear yo' advice You can't trust thеm niggas from where I'm from 'cause all them niggas is sheisty If she really love a nigga, she'll put these pistols in her name The only time we go on dates is if I'm takin' her to the range Pull up, lettin' 'off this helium they dashin' like they Dame If I ever bang, I say, "Fuck that shit," and turn insane I can't look up to no nigga who just hit licks and cannot hustle Me and you is not the same if you ain't never had the struggle Had to turn up on these folks 'cause I got tired of bein' humble If I send you on a mission, I swear to God, you bet' not fumble I ain't vibin' with no bitch unless she on the shit I'm on These niggas broke and petty as hell, they out here robbin' for some phones On my first lick that I hit, I split a hundred with lil' bro How the fuck you run your trap, and you can't even control your ho? Niggas talk behind your back, then they play dumb when you confront 'em While you playin' Call of Duty, I'm outside sellin' pounds in onions Asked my mom what I got caught with, man, they kicked me out of school We spinned his crib so many times, he had to pack his shit up and move (move)
Writer(s): Branden Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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