Two sams on me just twinning,
Overhead swing and ching it
Pull up on ops, they wish that I didn't
These Shells come hot like dinners
Ramsey swing thru your chest like hinges
Young boy still step with things and tools on deck come longer than kingies
125's & Dingers
Bells go fly like griffins
Niggas tryna these dodge bullets like matrix
Come round bussing it different
Over there tryna do him like subway (Like subway)
Tryna put a 12 inch in his belly
See a opp get drenched like wellies,
These shots won't get a man drunk like henny
Ill do him like locs and twist this prick,
Shells come hot like peri
And Jeff not jeff still chinging shit
Can't catch this wave like ferry
I Step off kicks come blue like crips
Tryna turn a man red like berry
Tryna get rich dont @ the kid
Still powering shots like dele
44 longs and dotties, but this botty won't get a man drunk
Ops get X'd like Molly, this smoke here doesn't look like buds
And bitch just suck like lolly, hold my dick while I smoke this skunk
Trap, trap money thats my hobby I turned 16 first time I went cunch
That Overhead swing and ching it left a man holy something like nuns
Back roads still getting trapzy this food here doesn't look like lunch
Patrol in a circular motion no going home till this pack here's done
Mathematics tryna count these digits All this cash got me doing up sums
Spinners, spinners
Try run hit man from distance
Chest shot good riddance
Young boy still pull up and and swing it
Or do it with flicks & put it through livers
And kay still come with a stick and slap
Or switch it and do it with chingers
This blade leave chest wide open
Spilling out guts, just check dat spillage
Them man talk we live it
I'm on the opp block tryna splash it different
They back out snap like idiots
Back my blade eject and ching it
Then i reload this pack
Smoke on me and I'll let it slap
Walk wit smoke on my back why the f*ck you think i wear this bag
And I didn't buy no Maccies when I told them that I bought this Mac
Bare smoke on us like chimney, I want this milly not cents like fifty
Hella crack smoke in the trap with Billy, this shot doesnt look like whiskey
44 longs and dotties, but this botty won't get a man drunk
Ops get X'd like Molly, this smoke here doesn't look like buds
And bitch just suck like lolly, hold my dick while I smoke this skunk
Trap, trap money thats my hobby I turned 16 first time I went cunch
Jay Montana - X Like Molly Freestyle Lyrics
Jay Montana - X Like Molly Freestyle Lyrics
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Two sams on me just twinning,
Overhead swing and ching it
Pull up on ops, they wish that I didn't
These Shells come hot like dinners
Ramsey swing thru your chest like hinges
Young boy still step with things and tools on deck come longer than kingies
125's & Dingers
Bells go fly like griffins
Niggas tryna these dodge bullets like matrix
Come round bussing it different
Over there tryna do him like subway (Like subway)
Tryna put a 12 inch in his belly
See a opp get drenched like wellies,
These shots won't get a man drunk like henny
Ill do him like locs and twist this prick,
Shells come hot like peri
And Jeff not jeff still chinging shit
Can't catch this wave like ferry
I Step off kicks come blue like crips
Tryna turn a man red like berry
Tryna get rich dont @ the kid
Still powering shots like dele
44 longs and dotties, but this botty won't get a man drunk
Ops get X'd like Molly, this smoke here doesn't look like buds
And bitch just suck like lolly, hold my dick while I smoke this skunk
Trap, trap money thats my hobby I turned 16 first time I went cunch
That Overhead swing and ching it left a man holy something like nuns
Back roads still getting trapzy this food here doesn't look like lunch
Patrol in a circular motion no going home till this pack here's done
Mathematics tryna count these digits All this cash got me doing up sums
Spinners, spinners
Try run hit man from distance
Chest shot good riddance
Young boy still pull up and and swing it
Or do it with flicks & put it through livers
And kay still come with a stick and slap
Or switch it and do it with chingers
This blade leave chest wide open
Spilling out guts, just check dat spillage
Them man talk we live it
I'm on the opp block tryna splash it different
They back out snap like idiots
Back my blade eject and ching it
Then i reload this pack
Smoke on me and I'll let it slap
Walk wit smoke on my back why the f*ck you think i wear this bag
And I didn't buy no Maccies when I told them that I bought this Mac
Bare smoke on us like chimney, I want this milly not cents like fifty
Hella crack smoke in the trap with Billy, this shot doesnt look like whiskey
44 longs and dotties, but this botty won't get a man drunk
Ops get X'd like Molly, this smoke here doesn't look like buds
And bitch just suck like lolly, hold my dick while I smoke this skunk
Trap, trap money thats my hobby I turned 16 first time I went cunch
Overhead swing and ching it
Pull up on ops, they wish that I didn't
These Shells come hot like dinners
Ramsey swing thru your chest like hinges
Young boy still step with things and tools on deck come longer than kingies
125's & Dingers
Bells go fly like griffins
Niggas tryna these dodge bullets like matrix
Come round bussing it different
Over there tryna do him like subway (Like subway)
Tryna put a 12 inch in his belly
See a opp get drenched like wellies,
These shots won't get a man drunk like henny
Ill do him like locs and twist this prick,
Shells come hot like peri
And Jeff not jeff still chinging shit
Can't catch this wave like ferry
I Step off kicks come blue like crips
Tryna turn a man red like berry
Tryna get rich dont @ the kid
Still powering shots like dele
44 longs and dotties, but this botty won't get a man drunk
Ops get X'd like Molly, this smoke here doesn't look like buds
And bitch just suck like lolly, hold my dick while I smoke this skunk
Trap, trap money thats my hobby I turned 16 first time I went cunch
That Overhead swing and ching it left a man holy something like nuns
Back roads still getting trapzy this food here doesn't look like lunch
Patrol in a circular motion no going home till this pack here's done
Mathematics tryna count these digits All this cash got me doing up sums
Spinners, spinners
Try run hit man from distance
Chest shot good riddance
Young boy still pull up and and swing it
Or do it with flicks & put it through livers
And kay still come with a stick and slap
Or switch it and do it with chingers
This blade leave chest wide open
Spilling out guts, just check dat spillage
Them man talk we live it
I'm on the opp block tryna splash it different
They back out snap like idiots
Back my blade eject and ching it
Then i reload this pack
Smoke on me and I'll let it slap
Walk wit smoke on my back why the f*ck you think i wear this bag
And I didn't buy no Maccies when I told them that I bought this Mac
Bare smoke on us like chimney, I want this milly not cents like fifty
Hella crack smoke in the trap with Billy, this shot doesnt look like whiskey
44 longs and dotties, but this botty won't get a man drunk
Ops get X'd like Molly, this smoke here doesn't look like buds
And bitch just suck like lolly, hold my dick while I smoke this skunk
Trap, trap money thats my hobby I turned 16 first time I went cunch
Writer: Edi Domigos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid