MOLLY (BABY MAMA) (Explicit)

MOLLY (BABY MAMA) (Explicit) - Foogiano

Lyrics by：Kwame Khalil Brown/Malik Corbett

Yeah n***a

Huh

Mob

2020 boy

Uh

Y'all done f**ked up now n***a

Ah yeah

Authentic or nothin'

Baby mama ain't s**t

Naw

She won't let me see my son

H*e

But you f**k with 'em I'ma pop my gun

P***y ain't no one on one

Rrrah

N***a we come from the slums

Mob

30 rounds 50 rounds 100 rounds

Yeah p***y boy them drums

Drums

Have you prayin' like a nun

Huh

I ain't never been a actor

Patrick n***a with that cappin' s**t

We gon' stomp his a*s just like a kappa

Uh

The mayor but she call me masta'

Uh

Got her to the spot gave that b***h a perc

Now she geekin' like a banshee

Geek

She couldn't e'en understand me

Ah

When I told her drop her panties

448 I get 'em gone

Ah

Boy this a hunned million dolla' phone

They 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

Ah

Yo b***h told me "that was nice" and then we boned

Uh

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'

Uh

Big nuts they hangin' like a monkey

Say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon

Boy I hear take some and he say he bummin'

Say he gon' shoot well bih what it do

Ah

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***h I got that juice

No I ain't bishop but I keep the tool

Lil b***h it's Foo but try me like a fool

I promise ya 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***h she lick me down until my sack

You got a new name boy we call you Pat

He want the smoke well bih what it is

You know I'm slimy 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' bih we don't do fraud

My trappers they young and layin' in ya yard bih

Ah

Baby mama ain't s**t

Naw

She won't let me see my son

H*e

But you f**k with 'em I'ma pop my gun

P***y ain't no one on one

Rrrah

N***a we come from the slums

Mob

30 rounds 50 rounds 100 rounds

Yeah p***y boy them drums

Drums

Have you prayin' like a nun

Huh

I ain't never been a actor

Patrick n***a with that cappin' s**t

We gon' stomp his a*s just like a kappa

Uh

The mayor but she call me masta'

Uh

Got her to the spot gave that b***h a perc

Now she geekin' like a banshee

Geek

She couldn't e'en understand me

Ah

When I told her drop her panties

I pop a perc she know what it is

B***h ain't no talkin' I ain't Dr. Phil

Pockets they fat as hell like Uncle Phil

Just like a safety b***h I'm in the field

Here come the mayor b***h this ain't a drill

Say that he lookin' for me he a meal

B***h if you shoot you better shoot to kill

I 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 yo b***h because she like my libs

I got 'em mad 'cause I'm in my bag

Yeah boy my pockets heavy gotta sag

And I got Glocks that come with extra mags

Sauce it be drippin' yeah that s**t be sad

He want the smoke but I bring a cloud

B***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 yo b***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

He want that pressure well b***h make a move

You tryin' Foo well n***a you the fool

I'll have them gutta babies on ya roof

Yo a*s gon' dissapear lil n***a poof

Yeah b***h I'm back and I'm here to say

Even yo b***h gon' tell you that I'm great

So when you see me n***a fix ya face

Yeah it's the mayor b***h I won the race

Baby mama ain't s**t

Naw

She won't let me see my son

H*e

But you f**k with 'em I'ma pop my gun

P***y ain't no one on one

Rrrah

N***a we come from the slums

Mob

30 rounds 50 rounds 100 rounds

Yeah p***y boy them drums

Drums

Have you prayin' like a nun

Huh

I ain't never been a actor

Patrick n***a with that cappin' s**t

We gon' stomp his a*s just like a kappa

Uh

The mayor but she call me masta'

Uh

Got her to the spot gave that b***h a perc

Now she geekin' like a banshee

Geek

She couldn't e'en understand me

Ah

When I told her drop her panties

This is Authentic n***a