yokai - MOL$

Second I pull up, she won’t talk about me

I got my 3 and 3, 3

Get that shit tatted on me

I don’t speak awkwardly

I get my dough as I please

She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me

Second I pull up, she won’t talk about me

I got my 3 and 3, 3

Get that shit tatted on me

I don’t speak awkwardly

I get my dough as I please

She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me

Second I pull up, she like on her knees

And she be beggin' me please, «I need a taste of that D»

But I’ma pull out, I don’t need little me’s

I spend my G’s all on me, I spend my G’s all on me, ayy

I hope it works out 'cause I wan' be next up

Pullin' up with the squad and you know we flexed up

Do shows and the rest, uh, but you hoes got me messed up

So don’t talk to me unless we talkin' cheddar

Damn, mol$ gon' change his act

Mol$ don’t know how to act

Mol$ is washed up

I just want the old mol$ back

After QM flopped that boy gave up, he so damn wack

Mol$ can’t make that genre, he started from that Meme Rap

Acting like you know me, but I guarantee you don’t

Talkin' on my name, will I pull up?

I probably won’t

Let that anger sit inside you 'til it fuckin' rots you

Shocking, there ain’t no talking

That’s because you prolly don’t have the balls to speak on me one on one like

an adult

Sit inside your room all day just smoking and collecting salt

So much time to make your own, but instead you try to shit on mine

Should’ve been enjoying life, instead you spent it all online

Okay, o-ko, driving fast on roads

Never turning slow, you don’t wanna go

You say, oh no, I just want it, oh

Don’t know where to go

Drowning 'til I float

I’ma go get my killers

Bitches you all of my chiggas

Hop in the goddamn feelin'

Runners, we gettin' to stealin'

Lambo in the car park, somethin' get to reelin'

Yeah, we on the grind 'til we fittin' hundred million

I’ma go shoot precision

Twenty-ten clear my vision

Hop in the goddamn choppa

Yeah, we get to killin'

Yeah, we get the bill in

Nothing more than real then

Dead ascend the cieling

Second I pull up, she won’t talk about me

I got my 3 and 3, 3

Get that shit tatted on me

I don’t speak awkwardly

I get my dough as I please

She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me

Second I pull up, she won’t talk about me

I got my 3 and 3, 3

Get that shit tatted on me

I don’t speak awkwardly

I get my dough as I please

She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me