[Verse 1: Yung Trav]

Lil bitch wanna come fuck wit us

Crack the seal and I pour another cup

I'ma light this spliff

Go and split that Dutch

Pull up on 'em with the hammer, nail 'em up (like whoa)

Choppa be loaded, you run up, get folded

I split 'em up like beeferoni (like sheesh)

The loud is so potent, you smell it from miles away

Probably even the country's

A youngin' be rollin'

Like fuck all the shit that they talkin'

Pull up with poles and I poke it

Cause I be patrollin'

Can't fuck with snakes and you know it

I pull up and hop out and blow it (Like cut, ayy)

Bad bitch rollin' with us (skrrt)

Fuckin' me, fuckin' my bro (errk)

Run to the money, my love (ayy)

Addin' it, addin' it up (whoa)

[Verse 2: JF]

Hold up, wait, yah (x7)

Hold up, hold up, hold up

I don't compromise, I just concentrate

Lost his faith

Young boy lost his way

Hungry as fuck, bitch better toss a plate

Lost in pain

What's gonna be the cost today?

Motherfucker, my heart probably gonna frost today

Toss decay

Tell death walk away

Fuck dying I'm about to go off today

(Yawk, yawk)

I don't know who I'ma pop today

Hold up

I don't know

Y'all gotta be lying saying I don't flow

There isn't any fucking length to which I won't go

Bitch I'll kill back to back just to get that dough (yah)

I tell no lie

Put your hands together and pray to your sky

So just act afraid, you can throw some shade

But you better not act like you don't know why (yuh)

[Verse 3: Yung Trav]

The love and the hate (ouu)

My pistol gon' spray you

I count up the bands (aye)

Finessing the bank (ouu)

Fuck her, no hands

Pull up in a trans am

Drop top in a new land

I'll fuck on his bitch

I ain't got no plans

No time for the old sayings

I'ma fill up this clip

Shoot it and it won't jam

Pull it out and I ain't playin'

Boom, boom, boom, bitch

On the block all day

Serve you up in the hallway

She love my dick

I ain't got no taste

No time for the old games

You ain't hittin' my spliff, don't act like you know me

In the trap with the OGs

We move them bricks

[Bridge]

Molly, dope, molly, molly, molly, dope, molly, dope (x3)

(Yeah we moving that dope)

Molly, dope, molly, molly, molly, dope

[Verse 4: JF]

Look

I ain't slept in like a week

I ain't really had a reason to

I've been slow and coming on the creep

Mood's changing like the seasons do

I've been fuckin' acting like a freak

I ain't really even meaning to

And I'm slowly working towards the peak

You can say I took the scenic route

So I'm running and running

And gunning and gunning

I go through this shit to deliver it

Bitch I got ten brothers

From like ten mothers

Different skin colors

What's the difference?

They do not understand

I'm from another land

Where you don't judge a man

Just cause you fuckin' can

What the fuck's up with that?

That shit is fucking whack

Some of the best I know straight from the gutter, fam

Slow it down with this rappin'

Let you all know what's happenin'

In my own life, cause my own strife

Really got me thinkin' bout capping

My own shit

Like fuck it's done

We gon' do this shit until we fuckin' won

So you better perk up, fuckin' pay attention

Cause you all gon' listen once the ruckus done

[Outro: Yung Trav]

The love and the hate (ouu)

My pistol gon' spray you

I count up the bands (aye)

Finessing the bank (ouu)

Fuck her, no hands

Pull up in a trans am

Drop top in a new land

I'll fuck on his bitch

I ain't got no plans

No time for the old sayings

I'ma fill up this clip...