Correction Lyrics Molly by Foogiano

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Yeah, n***a, mob (Gutta Baby)
Huh? Huh?
Y'all n***as ain't ready for this sh*t, I swear (Huh? Huh?)
Watch this, huh? (Ace Bankz on the track)

Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah)
She won't let me see my son (b*t*h)
But you f**k with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
pu**y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah)
n***a, we come from the slums (Mob)
Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
Yeah, pu**y boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (Nah)
Patrick n***a with that cappin' sh*t
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh)
The mayor, but she call me master (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that b*t*h a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (Shh)
She couldn't even understand me (Nah)
When I told her drop her panties

.448, I gеt 'em gone
Boy, this a hunnid million dolla' phone
Thеy hit my jack, they say they need the strong
Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan?
My n***a, I'm nice, so you can have a loan
Yo' b*t*h told me, "That was nice," and then we boned
No time to cuff a n***a, know I'm gone
Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone
Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin'
Big nuts, they hangin' like a monkey
Say he got fifty bags down in the dungeon
Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin'
Say he gon' shoot, well, b*t*h, what it do?
I think he bluffin', n***a, where the proof?
Told you we comin' and we want the loot
Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof
I got that drank, b*t*h, I got that juice
No, I ain't Bishop, but I keep the tool
Yeah, b*t*h, it's Foo, but try me like a fool
I promise you you won't make another move
I'm in my groove, yeah, n***a, I'm back
Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that nat
That b*t*h, she lick me down until my sack
You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat
He want the smoke, well, b*t*h, what it is?
You know I'll slime a n***a like a eel
Know I'll pop a n***a like a pill
Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal
Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the Mob
Yeah, we be trappin', b*t*h, we don't do fraud
My killers, they young and layin' in your yard, b*t*h, hah

I pop a Perc', she know what it is
b*t*h, ain't no talkin', I ain't Dr. Phil
Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil
Just like a safety, b*t*h, I'm in the field
Here come the mayor, b*t*h, this ain't a drill
Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal
b*t*h, if you shoot you better shoot to kill
I'll call the demon, he won't let you live
Slim told me, "Foo, my n***a, let him live"
Swear I can't let him live, I want them M's
Know when I'm comin', boy, I come to kill
I f**ked your b*t*h because she like my 'libs
I got 'em mad, 'cause I'm in my bag
Bag boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag
And I got Glocks that come with extra mags
Sauce, it be drippin', yeah, that sh*t be sad
He want the smoke, boy, I'll bring a cloud
b*t*h, ain't no boxin', but I'm bringin' rounds
I'm with the mob, that n***a won't be found
I promise you we gon' come and shut it down
I hit your b*t*h and I'm on her lips
Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip
I got the power, I can get you dipped
Roll up that cookie, n***a, chocolate chip
You want that pressure, well b*t*h make a move
You tryin' Foo? Well, n***a, you the fool
I'll have them gutta babies on your roof
Your ass gon' disappear, lil' n***a, poof
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm back, and I'm here to say
Even your b*t*h gon' tell you that I'm great
So when you see me, n***a, fix your face
Yeah, it's the mayor, b*t*h, I won the race, huh?

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