MOLLY (BABY MAMA) - Foogiano

Yeah, nigga

Huh?

Mob?

2020, boy

Uh

Y’all done fucked up now, nigga

Ah?

Yeah

Authentic or nothin'

Baby mama ain’t shit (Naw)

She won’t let me see my son (Hoe)

But you fuck with 'em, I’ma pop my gun

Pussy, ain’t no one on one (Rrrah)

Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)

30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds

Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums)

Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)

I ain’t never been a actor

Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit

We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh)

The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh)

Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee

(Geek)

She couldn’t e’en understand me (Ah)

When I told her drop her panties

448, I get 'em gone (Ah)

Boy, this a hunned million dolla' phone

They hit my jack they say they need the strong

Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan?

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

Say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon

Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin'

Say he gon' shoot, well bih 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

No, I ain’t bishop, but I keep the tool

Lil bitch, it’s Foo, but try me like a fool

I promise ya you won’t make another move

I’m in my groove, yeah, nigga, I’m back

Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that nat

That bitch she lick me down until my sack

You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat

He want the smoke, well bih what it is?

You know I’m slimy, nigga, like a eel

Know I’ll pop a nigga like a pill

Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal

Yeah, it’s the mayor and I’m with the Mob

Yeah, we be trappin', bih, we don’t do fraud

My trappers they young and layin' in ya yard, bih

Ah?

Baby mama ain’t shit (Naw)

She won’t let me see my son (Hoe)

But you fuck with 'em, I’ma pop my gun

Pussy, ain’t no one on one (Rrrah)

Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)

30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds

Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums)

Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)

I ain’t never been a actor

Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit

We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh)

The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh)

Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee

(Geek)

She couldn’t e’en understand me (Ah)

When I told her drop her panties

I pop a perc, she know what it is

Bitch, ain’t no talkin', I ain’t Dr. Phil

Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil

Just like a safety, bitch, I’m in the field

Here come the mayor, bitch, this ain’t a drill

Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal

Bitch, if you shoot you better shoot to kill

I call the demon, he won’t let you live

Slim told me «Foo, my nigga, let him live»

Swear I can’t let him live, I want them M’s

Know when I’m comin', boy, I come to kill

I fucked yo bitch because she like my libs

I got 'em mad, 'cause I’m in my bag

Yeah, boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag

And I got Glocks that come with extra mags

Sauce it be drippin', yeah that shit be sad

He want the smoke, but I bring a cloud

Bitch, ain’t no boxin', but I’m bringin' rounds

I’m with the Mob, that nigga won’t be found

I promise you we gon' come and shut it down

I hit yo bitch, and I’m on her lips

Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip

I got the power, I can get you dipped

Roll up that cookie, nigga, chocolate chip

He want that pressure, well bitch make a move

You tryin' Foo?

Well, nigga you the fool

I’ll have them gutta babies on ya roof

Yo ass gon' dissapear, lil nigga, poof!

Yeah, bitch, I’m back, and I’m here to say

Even yo bitch gon' tell you that I’m great

So when you see me, nigga, fix ya face

Yeah, it’s the mayor, bitch, I won the race

Baby mama ain’t shit (Naw)

She won’t let me see my son (Hoe)

But you fuck with 'em, I’ma pop my gun

Pussy, ain’t no one on one (Rrrah)

Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)

30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds

Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums)

Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)

I ain’t never been a actor

Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit

We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh)

The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh)

Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee

(Geek)

She couldn’t e’en understand me (Ah)

When I told her drop her panties

This is Authentic, nigga