Outro lyrics

[Verse 1: 9000 Rondae]
I'm in my bag in the [?] big mac
Hit him in the helmet, the chopper knock off his chin strap
Bad b*tches running through the pad, like [?]
In Cali no vacation, I’m bringing [?] back
Brazy that's my baby, play with her, you getting toe tagged
[?] while you play with your last
[?] next to the strap [?]
I know that, these n*ggas really don't want no smoke
Cause when I was playing with choppers, n*ggas was honor role
Riding with the stick, [?] on your ass when you smoke
[?] for the extra [?]
Lil n*ggas my sons, they better check the score
n*ggas getting mad over b*tches,, better check the hoes
I ain’t [?] b*tch, I got her so she can bless thе road
All the lil b*tch do is powder, [?] test thе dope
If she ain't making [?] what you stressing for?

[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
If he ain't bringing you no bread, why you stressing sis?
Got my own money, I ain't never to ask for sh*t
Threw some ice in the buckets, got my nose stuffy
Sippin on this juice, blueberry fanta, my sh*t real muddy
I can [?] the chopper like [?]
Or I can hit your block with them f*cking twin glizzys
If I catch an opp b*tch, [?] through the city
Imma aim it at her tiddy, if she duck, she catching plenty
It's Molly Brazy, check the motherf*cking [?]
b*tches ain't f*cking with me, laughing at them cause they jokes
They broke, all these b*tches f*cking broke
If you try to act tough, up the 40, you get soaked
Headshots, headshots, yeah we ending it now
Big chops, yeah we sitting b*tches down
Wanna beef cause I'm winning, looking like some f*cking clowns
No name ass rap b*tches, never reached a hundred thou
[Verse 3: ShredGang Mone]
n*ggas can't name a time [?] the strap [?] ain’t bussin
Know that they won’t see me out the crib if I ain't clutchin
Money on the floor, just let me know, you know I’m coming
If you gon tell them something, tell them how they out here running
Big dawg, I control what go down now
Lil n*gga, I can get [?] big dawg now
Heard he talking down, [?] lil n*gga's thoughts
[?] b*tch you [?], we don't leave till he drop
How many times I gotta hear these n*ggas tryna pop?
I'm worried bout the motherf*cking hood, f*ck the opps
My head f*cked up, I think I need to see a doc
I don’t like n*ggas [?] friends if I try
[?] pus*y, he ain't got it in [?]
[?]
I pipe my main b*tch, so my side get some time
We know that boy lying, fabrecating in the rhymes n*gga