She likes dat …so I call her Molly
So I bought ‘em…and my brothers say I needa cut it
Gotta cut these bad habits like the price you need to cut it
Don’t trynna fool me
I’m a trapper and I know the process
We making progress
Working on the projects
You can have no feelings
Gotta cut it
‘Cuz there’s too many fake homies and back stabbers
Actin funny, then get spilled like saki (nani?)
All dis bs I ain’t wit it, I ain’t feel it, they needa cut it
Cut it Cut it Cut it
Ugh
You better cut it, ugh
My paper so dirty, ugh
Like my soda muddy, huh
I can turn into a devil or I can show you love
Lil’ snake wanna play
But idgaf
If u trynna do shit, Imma fuck u up.
If u ain’t got money ready, don’t hit me up.
If u want the right products
Pull up and show me who you with in the car
I gotta see the gwap
No, I can’t really trust nobody
Gotta stay alert everyday from am to pm
Peep all dis sneaky things
Imma deal wit ‘em but ain’t gone say nothing
Like all dis snakes in the grass
They trynna fit in
Keep my circle tight
Like I don’t trust dis new DMs
Cut all dis fake things
Yeah, I been straight up
I ain’t got no fake love
Me and my brothers getting paper
Counting, counting up the gwap
Flippin all dis flavor packs
Payment method must be cash
Ima keep going ‘cuz I can’t go back
She likes dat …so I call her Molly
So I bought ‘em…and my brothers say I needa cut it
Gotta cut these bad habits like the price you need to cut it
Don’t trynna fool me
I’m a trapper and I know the process
We making progress
Working on the projects
You can have no feelings
Gotta cut it
‘Cuz there’s too many fake homies and back stabbers
Actin funny, then get spilled like saki (nani?)
All dis bs I ain’t wit it, I ain’t feel it, they needa cut it
She likes dat …so I call her Molly
So I bought ‘em… and my brothers say I needa cut it
Gotta cut these bad habits like the price you need to cut it
Don’t trynna fool me
I’m a trapper and I know the process
We making progress
Working on the projects
You can have no feelings
Gotta cut it
‘Cuz there’s too many fake homies and back stabbers
Actin funny, then get spilled like saki (nani?)
All dis bs I ain’t wit it, I ain’t feel it, they needa cut it
