Exploring themes of street life, conflict, and personal struggles, this track delves into the gritty realities faced by its artists. Foogiano and DaBaby express frustration with uncooperative relationships, particularly highlighting issues with a baby mama who restricts access to their child. The song emphasizes their readiness for violence, loyalty to their roots in the slums, and disdain for pretense or false bravado. It also touches on their indulgence in drugs and casual sexual encounters as forms of escapism. The relentless pursuit of wealth and power is evident throughout the lyrics, underscoring a no-nonsense approach to life and survival. #StreetLife #Survival
MOLLY (Remix)
Lyrics
Yeah, nigga (huh? Mob?)
2020, boy (uh)
Y'all done fucked up now, nigga (it's bad)
Huh? Yeah (Authentic or nothin')
Huh?
Baby mama ain't shit (nah)
She won't let me see my son (ho)
But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
Pussy, ain't no one-on-one (grrah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (mob)
Thirty round, fifty round, hunnid rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (huh?)
Patch your nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (uh)
The mayor but she call me master (uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (geek)
She couldn't even understand me (huh?)
When I told her drop her panties
448, I get 'em gone (huh?)
Boy, this a hundred-million dollar phone (uh)
They hit my jack, they say they need the strong (what?)
Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan? (Uh)
My nigga, I'm nice, so you can have a loan (ah)
Yo bitch told me, "That was nice", and then we boned (uh)
No time to cuff a nigga, know I'm gone
Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone
Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin' (uh)
Big nuts, they hangin' like a monkey (what?)
Say he got fifty bags down in the dungeon
Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin' (ah)
Say he gon' shoot, well bitch, what it do? (Ah)
I think he bluffin', nigga, where the proof?
Told you we comin' and we want the loot
Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof
I got that drank, bitch, I got that juice (juice)
No, I ain't Bishop, but I keep the tool
Lil' bitch, it's Foo, but try me like a fool (huh)
I promise you, you won't make another move
I'm in my groove, yeah, nigga, I'm back
Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that net (uh)
That bitch, she lick me down until my sack
You got a new name, boy, we call you Pack
He want the smoke, well, bitch, what it is?
You know I'm slimy, nigga, like a eel (slime)
Know I'll pop a nigga like a pill
Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal (mud)
Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the mob (mob)
Yeah, we be trappin', bitch, we don't do fraud
My killers, they young and layin' in your yard, bitch, ah
Baby mama ain't shit (nah)
She won't let me see my son (ho)
But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
Pussy, ain't no one-on-one (grrah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (mob)
Thirty round, fifty round, hunnid rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (huh?)
Patch your nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (uh)
The mayor but she call me master (uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (geek)
She couldn't even understand me (huh?)
When I told her drop her panties (go)
She can keep her panties on when I hit her, yeah (yeah-yeah)
She told me hurry up and take my 'fit off, yeah (yeah-yeah)
And she be on the clock, workin' real hard, yeah (yeah-yeah)
She gon' suck my dick when she get off, yeah (go)
Big bankroll in a burner
Put a nigga anywhere, I'm guaranteed to turn up
Don't know who the fuck told these niggas they was soldiers
I put my baby mama in a motherfuckin' Rover (vroom)
She caught the box when I sent in the sodas (ooh)
I copped the drop, pour the shit in the soda (ooh)
Fuck all that poppin', I click and it's over (ooh)
We havin' Glocks in this bitch, we ain't show 'em (bah)
Yeah, I got that thang, you ain't even know it (yeah)
I just got some brain, do your thing, she be blowin'
I had to change, I got rich, it's annoyin'
Hop out, get paid for that bitch, and I go in (go in)
Nice to meet you, I pull up in the foreign, yeah
Roll up, we brought a whole bow in, yeah
Fuck her after I perform (mm)
She pop a pill, she fuck like she do porn (mm)
My watch is real and I'm havin' two on (two)
Fuck around and put fire on your ass if you want
Fuck around and put iron on your ass like I'm Ghost (mm)
Fuck around and see me grabbin' her ass if you don't (mm)
Baby mama ain't shit (nah)
She won't let me see my son (ho)
But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
Pussy, ain't no one-on-one (grrah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (mob)
Thirty round, fifty round, hunnid rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (huh?)
Patch your nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (uh)
The mayor but she call me master (uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (geek)
She couldn't even understand me (huh?)
When I told her drop her panties
(This is Authentic, nigga)
Writer(s): Eli Haire, Jonathan Lyndale, Kwame Khalil Brown, Malik Corbett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave
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