Molasses lyrics

[Intro]
"Mhm- *water drop* -uh!"
"Mhm- *water drop* -uh!"

[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
Bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
Got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
She a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
Gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense, it's
'Cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
Got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
She a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
Gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense

[Verse 1: YNG Martyr]
Said one (Ha), two (Yeah), three (Huh), and four
I said, "That's the gun up at your motherf*ckin' door"
I said five (Ha), six (Yeah), seven (Huh), I forgot it (Forgot it)
I did not pass math and I did not go to college
I need morе credit, go get credit, I'm on bags and I got bands
I got racks, I bеtter go spend it, got a new bag, "Go-go gadget"
I'ma pop a b*tch like medic, I'm on top, don't need Xanny
I don't care, got big racks, f*ck a new b*tch if she look like that, huh

[Chorus: YNG Martyr, EGOVERT]
It's 'cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
Got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
She a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
Gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense, it's
'Cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
Got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
She a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
Gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense (Woo!)
[Verse 2: EGOVERT]
f*ckin' on a ho from Sydney, she f*ck with my ad-libs (Yeah)
I f*ck wit' her accent, with me, her head game ratchet (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Up, down, up, down, baby, do your thing (Uh, uh, wow)
I'ma hit it raw, f*ck the outcome, make it rain (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
"Fah-fah-fah" up in his eyes and now he can't see, b*tch (Woo)
​iPhone 5, that b*tch broke, but she can suck a mean di*k
I can't drive, ain't got no license, still got the keys, yes (Ooh)
Ride or die, sorry, bro, your b*tch is not a keeper (Yeah)
Shr-Shr-Shrimp on the barbie, steak on my plate, yeah (Yeah, crikey)
Baby come over, take Molly, we can f*ck, that's a date, ayy ("Mm-mm-mm!")
Never show up on time, I am often late (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, bee)
I was probably busy countin' money or f*ckin' on her face, ayy (True)

[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
It's cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
Got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
She a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
Gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense, it's
'Cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
Got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
She a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
Gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense