Molly Rocks Lyrics

Cooling with the drop top down in the summertime breeze

Old school girl ridin clean smoking on green

Lemonade bitch my only real mu fucking squeeze

Refresh yo lips this dick then imma

Imma flee

Yeah

This That

The droptop I'm ridin past yo mother fucking crib

I'm throwing duces at yo bitch

Like homies throwing steel

Cant be fucking with lil boy

He like Stewart to a hawk

I'm packed out with my birds

Turn this shit into a flock

Fuck the scratch up

We getting turnt up and fucked up

Molly rocks and paper tops

Somebody fill my cup up

Party dots till pistol pops

You fucking up my buzz bruh

Blue flashing lights through the new seal

Yea

Pop that bitch and turn into the city

We be swerving in the endzone

She be feeling friend zoned

Cause money on my mental

Pops said hold it in bro emotions just a rental

Yeah

Driving way to high

I feel stupid stoned

Trynna hold it down in the mother fucking hooptie chrome

You can feel the pound of the loud like a stereo

Floating on a cloud I'm just trynna find my way home

I be selling sacks to these mothers

Got a tab of acid on my sucker

Floating on an island with my lover

Taking off her clothes pretty colors

I'm just in my mental state asking is it finished

Or a different way

Blocking out my problems

While I'm sippin on this lemonade

If I ever come down there's a come up on a different day

Chief I be thieving

Burnt some bridges just to eat today

I'm mixing molly in a Gatorade

Turnt up in the studio

I'm out here trynna celebrate

Coming through with what I say

My homies on to brighter days

These feelings I can't feel with pain

I'm trynna keep my mental sane