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Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Molly scale baggies, yeah, yeah, Yeah, ayy, Molly scale baggies, Yeah, your bitch call me daddy, yeah. My clip automatic, ayy, never text my addy. He race but never catch me, ayy. Watch that banker cash me. Came with that beam attachment, yeah. Get him a script, he acting. M-m-molly scale baggies, yeah, your bitch call Me daddy. My clip automatic, yeah, Never text my addy. He race but never catch me. Watch that banker cash me. Came with that beam attachment, yeah. Get him a script, he acting, yeah. Molly scale baggies, get him a script, He acting. He know that joint ain't absent. I told my niggas trash him. Bro nem hit the cut, he lacking. Don't bluff, if I'm up, I'm blasting. Backwood full of gas, ain't passing. Big cup full of mud, I'm dragging. Donuts in the Beamer, go crash it. Swear these niggas still move old fashioned. Balmain on, feel like Jackson. Pussy nigga don't want no action. Tunnel vision, don't do distractions. Act up, catch a bullet like Madden. Stay with that bank like Ashley. I don't talk, bad bitch just grab me. My lil' bitch, she sassy. Look at the way she grasp me. She too much to have, B. She fucking hoes beside me. Eat up, eat up, eat up, eat up. Look at the way she grab me. Too much shit for the backseat. Can't wait to get inside me. She told me, "What's a hobby?" Her old man wanna stop me. We too deep in, so I told her this Shit can get rocky. Ain't too much with the flauger. Ain't sitting with the gossip. She say she wanna eat, I tell her we Just want the slob. Now it's duffle baggies, yeah. Re-up, my plug be frantic, yeah. Codeine, I left the planet, yeah. That AP sound fantastic, yeah. Them banks on the pull up like bottle service. Them niggas still sipping on Carol syrup. Off the porch, countin' early, nigga had to grow Up. All this rapping I be doing, nigga had To blow up. Gotta hide when I pull up, Doors always go up. Matter fact, got a foreign, She just here to show up. Rug on the Step, can't scuff the Louis loafers. Pack of niggas come up short like Gary Coleman. Nigga stuck underground, call him Teeth the Ghoster. Know a daddy been a chief like Snow Koza. First nigga bring drink on Steve Cohen. First nigga put the Loen on both shoulders. Money man, money man, money man. Nigga try to run, getting hunnid-man. Block on swole, yeah, hunnid man. Move like bees for the honey man. What would it be's like, would it be like To see everybody get money man? Smoking on tree trunk, on a tree trunk. How the fuck am I lonely man? My bitch so bold, gotta hold her in. Dick so good, gotta bring a friend. Hip on low, pick a friend. Strip on smooth, it's a valet friend. Chasing that cheese like that cheese. 'Bout to melt in the oven man. That's what it be's like, what it be's. When you talk with a billionaire. That check, nigga. Molly scale baggies, Your bitch call me daddy, Yeah. My clip automatic, ayy, never text my addy. He race but never catch me, ayy. Watch that banker cash me. Came with that beam Attachment, Yeah. Get him script, M-molly
Brian Fresco, SD — Baggies
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