Molly lyrics

[Intro]
(Uh, yeah)
Ahhh, uh
(Black Fortune, yeah)
(Blatt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm from the Flat, lil' n*ggas (Yeah)
We started trappin', n*gga (Tssh)
We started rappin', n*gga
These all black diamonds, n*gga
Hang out with robbers, n*gga
What you know about robbin' n*ggas?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', n*gga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)
[Chorus]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)

[Verse 2: Black Fortune]
I be reading these n*ggas backwards from dyslexia
We gon' stretch em out like he Mr Fantastic
Put the rumble grip on the glizzy for protection
Why me and my Glock nine the same complexion?
We left yo' man in the water like plants
I'm in California shipping piece to Monas
Had to cut off my right hand man, he was crashing
And my fingers ashy but nobody's plan
These n*ggas breath is so wheezy
He got shot in the neck, bullet went through the teeth
My Indian n*gga still trap out a tiki
He tryna spend a band, it's finna get in some rigby
He a rookie so I sold him seaweed
Ice so cold I got the heebie jeebies
You need me, what you gone' do if you leave me?
Ima Chicago n*gga, still put it on BD
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
My blood still callin' me slatt
Uh, Uh, ran off on the plug for a P
n*gga still calling me back
Bend a lil boy, don't get beat with a mac
Yeah that choppa gone' knock a truck outta yo' flesh
And my n*gga fronted me when I was cat
Free that AK with a case, coming correct
[Chorus]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh) (yeah)
I just f*cked the pint up (yeah)
I'm finna set up in your field (yeah)
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real (yeah)
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills (uh) (yeah)
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad (yeah)
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch (yeah)
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)