[Intro – Young Thug]
I'm on molly, I'm on f**in' molly
I'm on molly, I'm on muthaf**in' molly
Three hoes, let's have a trolly, have a f**in' trolly
I wanna have a trolly, have a f**in' trolly
Have a trolly, let's just have a trolly molly
Have a trolly, let's just have a trolly molly
I'm on molly, have a f**in' trolly
Trolly, have a f**in' molly
[Verse 1 – Trae Tha Truth]
I got shooters on the block, n***a, yea they somewhere on they bullsh**
I got the city on standby, I green light, they even coming out the pulpit
Yeah, Truth pull up in that white thing, four choppas and the trunk full of white things
If it ain't ten or better, I be out your price range, for the money, get shot, like a dice game
When I finished, to get to this b**h, tell her, "I will not keep her, just give me some nice brains"
I cannot lie, this b**h's head is so stupid, like who the f** gave her this nice brain?
Still the Truth n***a, remember that, I'm in this foreign, no ceiling, I done timbered that
I'm talking snow, but I ain't talking where December at, I'm in the kitchen where they whip it up and send it back
Fly as them birds that get flown,I will not get off my throne
When it come to these streets, I am king, get the f** out my home
Yeah I'm with the sh**, I'm the sh** you can't finish, n***a jump fly, I'm tryna knock him out his tennis
I was born to be a G, better take a n***a in this, got diamonds in my grill, I ain't never seen a dentist
I'm an a**hole b**h, and my team gon rock out, I represent real n***as, no one can top out
I send my youngins to your block, they hop out, and snap the sh** out a f** n***a, no cop out
[Hook – Young Thug]
I got shooters if you try me, if you f**ing try me
p**y n***a try me, come on, f**ing try me
I run Texas, b**hes come and try me
Take your necklace n***a, come and buy it
Back, rat a tat tat
Back black back, rat a tat tat
Hey, I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me
I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me
[Verse 2 – Young Thug]
Got shooters in the bando
They salute me like commando
Add a b**h to the payroll
And she know how to put grams in her A hole
Imma talk to you when the case closed
And before I let down Imma lay low
I pour lean in OJ, no Mayo
Imma drink that little b**h like Faygo
I'm in Mexico with my plug gettin' them pesos by the caseloads
I'm in Dominican with my hoes doing everything I say so
Trae Tha Truth pulling up, whoo!
Keep that, n***a b**hing like whoo!
Nah, freak that, whole night I won't tell
No one check, that's a secret
Your b**h waiting when a n***a ride by
She smelled the money on me, I can't even disguise
I feel myself, so Texan don't try
Po-po's behind me, don't text and drive
Crocodile isle n***a, shoes look like a gator
Leave em with a bald spot, like he play with the Pacers
Cooking with no hands, like I usually use a baker
I'm in her stomach like a naval
[Hook]