Molotov Lyrics

Sit your bitch ass down

I'm gonna run this beat down

Let it bump

It's getting risky now

We left you Senile

Pop the trunk

Get this heat up out

You left your seat now

Oh what's up

Kid Lord run your town

We want some war now

Yeah now throw your molotov

Now throw your molotov

Yeah now throw your molotov

Who do that money talk

Who do that money talk

How you hate and say it's fam love

Separate the dog from man cuz

See right through your shit I scan bruh

Lightning speed I'm writing stanzas

Snap on hoes who acting like they special

We the peoples bringing all the faces

Tired of bitches dissing our potential

Really running with rowdy ragers

Hit me for the show I need some money

Kid Lords in the corner stacking paper

All of us gonna need a fucking hundred

Talk about the thousands little later

We the ones that get you that attention

We the reason why your name was mentioned

Hold up mane I'm getting little cocky

That's the reason that they call me Menasce

Do that molly talk

Now do that molly talk

Throw that molotov

Throw that molotov

Do that money talk

Now do that money talk

Throw that molotov

Now Throw that molotov

Talk shit get hit bitch

We keep that hit stick

We all out on this shit

Till our wrist hit

Shine up on your bitch

She want a kiss it

Geeked on prescriptions

We cannot quit it

Lords on a mission

We molly tripping

Hoes sending digits

She want to fit in

And fit in and fit in

Bitch you can't fit in

Im tryna get these millions

Count up a hundred billion

Yeah we high up in the ceiling

Perky kill my feelings

RX what we sipping

We running up them digits

Money on the counter

Yeah we fold it up we flip it

Got a Bad bitch and yeah she sucking

Yeah she giving it

Do that molly talk

Now do that molly talk

Throw that molotov

Throw that molotov

Do that money talk

Now do that money talk

Throw that molotov

Now throw that molotov

I need One Hundred

Two Hundred

Three Hundred Four

Racks in my pocket

If you want to book Kid Lord

One Pistol

Two Pistol

Three Pistol four

Knocking at your door if you fucking with Kid Lord

I said to the back

To the Front

All These bitches know what's up

I set to the back of my tongue

Now my body feeling numb

I still do damage in these chucks

When they see me yeah they run

Yeah Yeah I racked some buzz

Now these bitches on my nuts

Now do that money yeah do that money talk

Do that money yeah do that money talk

Yeah my money big so big that it walk

Yeah my money big so big that it talk