Molly Whop lyrics

[Intro: Danny Brown]
Yeah n*ggas
Bruiser, b*tch
Check!

[Verse 1: Fat Ray]
Shook up the world like Ali
Know a motherf*cker want to rob me
Make a pus*y n*gga can't stand me
Drawin' on the b*tches like Stan Lee
Killin' little n*ggas like a Plan B
I'm workin' 'til the motherf*ckin' fam eat
Makin' bags, breakin' back
Bangin' plaid, palm trees
All week, Bruiser b*tch it go balls deep
She fall asleep
Btich thought she was finna surfboard
Threw her on the motherf*ckin' jet ski
And it's 'gon be a motherf*ckin' turf war
For any n*gga tryna disrespect me
I'm bustin' like a motherf*ckin' AR-15
Make a n*gga never want to lay that sixteen
Never was a n*gga finna play that b*tch [?]
'Bout to get your motherf*ckin' Maybach switch [?]
Gang sign language, n*gga what that lick read?
Makin' bad b*tches go and get that whip cream
Makin' bad b*tches go and get that quick weed
Somethin' like a captain on the US swim team
Dive on a b*tch, broadcast live on the strip
Shoot five, I'ma make this brick leave
[Chorus: Kash Tha Kushman]
Two bags and some [?]
Ridin' with some liqour
Ratchet white hoes get loose for a n*gga
The life that we be livin' as some hooligan gremlins [?]
n*ggas get greasy, we shootin' that n*gga
Bet a n*gga [?] with the 40-cal pistol
Keep a n*gga drippin' for talkin' that b*tch sh*t
Chopper get to rockin', two shots with precision
One shot kill, I molly whop a n*gga
Molly whop a n*gga, I molly whop a n*gga
One shot kill, I molly whop a n*gga

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Check!
Time after time like Cyndi Lauper
Beat stay bangin' like a drunk step-father
Flow so cold, button up your parka
Never ridin' shotgun with drunk Paul Walker
f*ckin' with a Bruiser make you hear that blaw
AK shells these [?]
Sittin' in the CO smokin' on blocka
When we was kids, hit you in the head with the talker
f*ckin' with the candy, shove your ass in a locker
'Bout to get in it like Dopehead choppa'
These Cartiers, b*tch, not blue blockers
Put the D on her like Serge Ibaka
Let them guns sound but my name ain't Waka
Heater on the screen like Silkk the Shocker
Body boy blocker, ain't no shotta
Talkin' that tough but he an imposter
Bruiser brigade, b*tch throw that set up
f*ck what you claim
I got a car full of hoes, 8 ball of blow
And they all suck di*k and play with their nose
So they all get hit, it don't matter who you chose
And we hit licks, don't get your sh*t stole
Got a pound, all in the zips, and we waitin' on some more
Got a nine on my hip, don't get your ass fold
Kash Tha Kushman roll that dope up
Live that rate [?] n*gga tryna get f*cked up
Yeah we smoke, n*gga put that purp up
Wavy off the xanny, n*gga so it's "surf's up"
Kash Tha Kushman roll that dope up
Live that rate [?] n*gga tryna get f*cked up
Yeah we smoke, n*gga put that purp up
Wavy off the xany, so n*gga it's "surf's up"
[Chorus: Kash Tha Kushman]
Two bags and some [?]
Ridin' with some liqour
Ratchet white hoes get loose for a n*gga
The life that we be livin' as some hooligan gremlins [?]
n*ggas get greasy, we shootin' that n*gga
Bet a n*gga [?] with the 40-cal pistol
Keep a n*gga drippin' for talkin' that b*tch sh*t
Chopper get to rockin', two shots with precision
One shot kill, I molly whop a n*gga
Molly whop a n*gga, I molly whop a n*gga
One shot kill, I molly whop a n*gga