Molly Whop

[Intro: Danny Brown] Yeah niggas Bruiser, bitch Check! [Verse 1: Fat Ray] Shook up the world like Ali Know a motherfucker want to rob me Make a pussy nigga can't stand me Drawin' on the bitches like Stan Lee Killin' little niggas like a Plan B I'm workin' 'til the motherfuckin' fam eat Makin' bags, breakin' back Bangin' plaid, palm trees All week, Bruiser bitch it go balls deep She fall asleep Btich thought she was finna surfboard Threw her on the motherfuckin' jet ski And it's 'gon be a motherfuckin' turf war For any nigga tryna disrespect me I'm bustin' like a motherfuckin' AR-15 Make a nigga never want to lay that sixteen Never was a nigga finna play that bitch [?] 'Bout to get your motherfuckin' Maybach switch [?] Gang sign language, nigga what that lick read? Makin' bad bitches go and get that whip cream Makin' bad bitches go and get that quick weed Somethin' like a captain on the US swim team Dive on a bitch, 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 nigga The life that we be livin' as some hooligan gremlins [?] Niggas get greasy, we shootin' that nigga Bet a nigga [?] with the 40-cal pistol Keep a nigga drippin' for talkin' that bitch shit Chopper get to rockin', two shots with precision One shot kill, I molly whop a nigga Molly whop a nigga, I molly whop a nigga One shot kill, I molly whop a nigga [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 Fuckin' 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 Fuckin' with the candy, shove your ass in a locker 'Bout to get in it like Dopehead choppa' These Cartiers, bitch, 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, bitch throw that set up Fuck what you claim I got a car full of hoes, 8 ball of blow And they all suck dick 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 shit 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 [?] nigga tryna get fucked up Yeah we smoke, nigga put that purp up Wavy off the xanny, nigga so it's "surf's up" Kash Tha Kushman roll that dope up Live that rate [?] nigga tryna get fucked up Yeah we smoke, nigga put that purp up Wavy off the xany, so nigga it's "surf's up" [Chorus: Kash Tha Kushman] Two bags and some [?] Ridin' with some liqour Ratchet white hoes get loose for a nigga The life that we be livin' as some hooligan gremlins [?] Niggas get greasy, we shootin' that nigga Bet a nigga [?] with the 40-cal pistol Keep a nigga drippin' for talkin' that bitch shit Chopper get to rockin', two shots with precision One shot kill, I molly whop a nigga Molly whop a nigga, I molly whop a nigga One shot kill, I molly whop a nigga