Foogiano – Molly

Foogiano – Molly Lyrics

Artist: Foogiano
Song: Molly

Yeah, n#gg#, mob [Gutta Baby
Huh? Huh?
Y’all n#gg#s 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#tch
But you f#ck with ’em, I’ma pop my gun
p#ss#, ain’t no one-on-one [Rah

n#gg#, we come from the slums [Mob
Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
Yeah, p#ss# boy them drums [Drums
Have you prayin’ like a nun [Huh?

I ain’t never been a actor [Nah
Patrick n#gg# with that cappin’ sh#t
We gon’ stomp his #ss just like a Kappa [Uh
The mayor, but she call me master [Uh

Got her to the spot, gave that b#tch 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#gg#, I’m nice, so you can have a loan
Yo’ b#tch told me, “That was nice,” and then we boned
No time to cuff a n#gg#, 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#tch, what it do?
I think he bluffin’, n#gg#, 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#tch, I got that juice
No, I ain’t Bishop, but I keep the tool
Yeah, b#tch, 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#gg#, I’m back
Boy, I heard you been cuffin’ on that nat
That b#tch, she lick me down until my sack
You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat

He want the smoke, well, b#tch, what it is?
You know I’ll slime a n#gg# like a eel
Know I’ll pop a n#gg# 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#tch, we don’t do fraud
My killers, they young and layin’ in your yard, b#tch, hah
Baby mama ain’t sh#t [Nah

She won’t let me see my son [b#tch
But you f#ck with ’em, I’ma pop my gun
p#ss#, ain’t no one-on-one [Rah
n#gg#, we come from the slums [Mob

Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
Yeah, p#ss# boy them drums [Drums
Have you prayin’ like a nun [Huh?
I ain’t never been a actor [Nah

Patrick n#gg# with that cappin’ sh#t
We gon’ stomp his #ss just like a Kappa [Uh
The mayor, but she call me master [Uh
Got her to the spot, gave that b#tch a Perc’

Now she geekin’ like a banshee [Shh
She couldn’t even understand me [Nah, huh?
When I told her drop her panties
I pop a Perc’, she know what it is

b#tch, ain’t no talkin’, I ain’t Dr. Phil
Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil
Just like a safety, b#tch, I’m in the field
Here come the mayor, b#tch, this ain’t a drill

Say that he lookin’ for me, he a meal
b#tch, 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#gg#, 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#cked your b#tch 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#tch, ain’t no boxin’, but I’m bringin’ rounds
I’m with the mob, that n#gg# won’t be found
I promise you we gon’ come and shut it down
I hit your b#tch 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#gg#, chocolate chip
You want that pressure, well b#tch make a move

You tryin’ Foo? Well, n#gg#, you the fool
I’ll have them gutta babies on your roof
Your #ss gon’ disappear, lil’ n#gg#, poof
Yeah, b#tch, I’m back, and I’m here to say

Even your b#tch gon’ tell you that I’m great
So when you see me, n#gg#, fix your face
Yeah, it’s the mayor, b#tch, I won the race, huh?
Baby mama ain’t sh#t [Nah

She won’t let me see my son [b#tch
But you f#ck with ’em, I’ma pop my gun
p#ss#, ain’t no one-on-one [Rah
n#gg#, we come from the slums [Mob

Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
Yeah, p#ss# boy them drums [Drums
Have you prayin’ like a nun [Huh?
I ain’t never been a actor [Nah

Patrick n#gg# with that cappin’ sh#t
We gon’ stomp his #ss just like a Kappa [Uh
The mayor, but she call me master [Uh
Got her to the spot, gave that b#tch a Perc’

Now she geekin’ like a banshee [Shh
She couldn’t even understand me [Nah
When I told her drop her panties
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Release Year: 2020