I'm off molly in the party bus
Middle of the freezing Winter gust
Not a single f*cker in here who gonna stay in my life because
I don't give a f*ck about them anymore, tally-hoe
Finally realized that they don't f*ck with you or how you glow
Ha, jokes on you now, see me f*cking on your bitch
Yeah she sucking on the tip
Watch your ego leave your id
I'mma brainf*ck her like an AP Psychology class
Maybe let her whip, but you know she gonna get that whiplash
I'm bumping Drain Gang out the JBL
While I'm serving meat in her mouth
Yeah she don't spit it out
She wanna grip all my pounds while I smoke all my loud
But she too loud so I shut her mouth with a kiss and an ounce
And now I'm taking her ass to Kwik Trip
Cop a chicken sammie then we dip quick
Kiss quick, call that shit a Kwik Hit
She bouncing all up on me, threw my mind into a quick trip
And I ain't talking about shrooms nor acid, f*ck the molly test strips
Was it molly? Was it meth?
Maybe addies or the coke?
Looking at the time, it's only nine
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over!
Yeah it's 2023 now I'm very much alive
I just graduated, now we out the beehive
But I still don't know how or where I'm going
Am I gonna be alright?
Take your bitch by night
And f*ck her 'til the sun
Light up your room, and show her your passions
If she don't f*ck with any of that, she going in the trash bin
I got Mac so I'm emptying that shit right away
She ain't slay
Make her pay
'Cause I'm broke as shit
Yeah I'm turning the gain up because I be quiet as f*ck
And I be going through some pain but i be rising through the muck
And you be stuck, 'cause you destroy your luck with bad habits
But also you don't know the pain that you be putting on others
It's Rob Buck, bitch
I'm off one, bitch
I'm on one too
Your bitch a three or four
Your mom a five, your dad a six
Pull no sevens, nor an eight
And I'm a nine you can't stop me
I keep all my bitches tens
Was it molly? Was it meth?
Maybe addies or the coke?
Looking at the time, it's only nine
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over! (switch)
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
FLEAU - GOOP (feat. Rob Buck) Lyrics
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I'm off molly in the party bus
Middle of the freezing Winter gust
Not a single f*cker in here who gonna stay in my life because
I don't give a f*ck about them anymore, tally-hoe
Finally realized that they don't f*ck with you or how you glow
Ha, jokes on you now, see me f*cking on your bitch
Yeah she sucking on the tip
Watch your ego leave your id
I'mma brainf*ck her like an AP Psychology class
Maybe let her whip, but you know she gonna get that whiplash
I'm bumping Drain Gang out the JBL
While I'm serving meat in her mouth
Yeah she don't spit it out
She wanna grip all my pounds while I smoke all my loud
But she too loud so I shut her mouth with a kiss and an ounce
And now I'm taking her ass to Kwik Trip
Cop a chicken sammie then we dip quick
Kiss quick, call that shit a Kwik Hit
She bouncing all up on me, threw my mind into a quick trip
And I ain't talking about shrooms nor acid, f*ck the molly test strips
Was it molly? Was it meth?
Maybe addies or the coke?
Looking at the time, it's only nine
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over!
Yeah it's 2023 now I'm very much alive
I just graduated, now we out the beehive
But I still don't know how or where I'm going
Am I gonna be alright?
Take your bitch by night
And f*ck her 'til the sun
Light up your room, and show her your passions
If she don't f*ck with any of that, she going in the trash bin
I got Mac so I'm emptying that shit right away
She ain't slay
Make her pay
'Cause I'm broke as shit
Yeah I'm turning the gain up because I be quiet as f*ck
And I be going through some pain but i be rising through the muck
And you be stuck, 'cause you destroy your luck with bad habits
But also you don't know the pain that you be putting on others
It's Rob Buck, bitch
I'm off one, bitch
I'm on one too
Your bitch a three or four
Your mom a five, your dad a six
Pull no sevens, nor an eight
And I'm a nine you can't stop me
I keep all my bitches tens
Was it molly? Was it meth?
Maybe addies or the coke?
Looking at the time, it's only nine
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over! (switch)
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
Middle of the freezing Winter gust
Not a single f*cker in here who gonna stay in my life because
I don't give a f*ck about them anymore, tally-hoe
Finally realized that they don't f*ck with you or how you glow
Ha, jokes on you now, see me f*cking on your bitch
Yeah she sucking on the tip
Watch your ego leave your id
I'mma brainf*ck her like an AP Psychology class
Maybe let her whip, but you know she gonna get that whiplash
I'm bumping Drain Gang out the JBL
While I'm serving meat in her mouth
Yeah she don't spit it out
She wanna grip all my pounds while I smoke all my loud
But she too loud so I shut her mouth with a kiss and an ounce
And now I'm taking her ass to Kwik Trip
Cop a chicken sammie then we dip quick
Kiss quick, call that shit a Kwik Hit
She bouncing all up on me, threw my mind into a quick trip
And I ain't talking about shrooms nor acid, f*ck the molly test strips
Was it molly? Was it meth?
Maybe addies or the coke?
Looking at the time, it's only nine
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over!
Yeah it's 2023 now I'm very much alive
I just graduated, now we out the beehive
But I still don't know how or where I'm going
Am I gonna be alright?
Take your bitch by night
And f*ck her 'til the sun
Light up your room, and show her your passions
If she don't f*ck with any of that, she going in the trash bin
I got Mac so I'm emptying that shit right away
She ain't slay
Make her pay
'Cause I'm broke as shit
Yeah I'm turning the gain up because I be quiet as f*ck
And I be going through some pain but i be rising through the muck
And you be stuck, 'cause you destroy your luck with bad habits
But also you don't know the pain that you be putting on others
It's Rob Buck, bitch
I'm off one, bitch
I'm on one too
Your bitch a three or four
Your mom a five, your dad a six
Pull no sevens, nor an eight
And I'm a nine you can't stop me
I keep all my bitches tens
Was it molly? Was it meth?
Maybe addies or the coke?
Looking at the time, it's only nine
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over! (switch)
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
Writer: Robert Buckley
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