Molly Maid - A$Ton Matthews, Vince Staples

Face down, it’s a motherfucking molly tuna

Wasabi music

Strong dick, long clips catch bodies to it

Got you pussies dripping like South Beach

Connected like

Watch for that mouth piece

That life’s a bitch but them slugs cheaper

Pussy, you talking shit, you get dug deeper

Not your boys keeper, I’m your boys reaper

Brick Flair, molly maid street sweeper

Fiends facing bricks like a sensei

Riding with my red socks, but far from the Fenway

German Suplex when the tech spray

Feed the streets ???

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Bring that Latino heat, comprende

My nigga how you gone shoot me

Can’t fit a deuce inside them tight ass jeans

Best believe we move them P’s, fiends is like Dawn of the Dead

Them copper toppers send 'em all at yo' head

So tell 'em heads up, cause them 7's up

And ten times out of ten niggas gone get shot

This smash-mouth football, that goal line blue shit

Them thirty clips is worthless if you ain’t' gone hit shit

But I ain’t gone miss, so you can miss me with that rapping

Pop me at yo' momma, tell that bitch to run, I feel like Cappadonna

Ride around like I shot Ricky, get you like they got Biggie

Them bullets hot and that pavement hard

So don’t look for God, cause he not with me

That Glock with me, nine in the back

Got one in the hole, put your mind in your lap

You can thank my momma for that