You Spook'd - Molly Brazy

What these bitches on?

Man, these bitches ain’t on shit

Hell nah

Tell these bitches to get off your neck and make a bag

Hear me best friend?

Ugh

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak

I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps

I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up

You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?

That Glock 23 will knock off your roof

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak

I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps

I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up

You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?

And tell the streets the truth

Ain’t no ICU when I see you

That’s on my life

Pull up in that white thing on white

Jesus Christ oh Lord

Water all over my body

I got baptized

Told my jeweler 'bust it baby1

I wasn’t rappin' Plies

You an opp, I know you gon' tell a cop

Jump out with them chops

Soundin' like we bangin' pots

She want your top

Think with it

Bullshit we with it

Make a bitch disappear

I’m a magician, bitch

Big brazy, buff Slim Shady

Don’t try to take

'Cause what I totin' ain’t got no safety

You know where I’m from

You know how I’m cut, what’s up?

Ain’t no going back and forth

I’ll pull up

Disrespectful, park the 'Rarri

On your mama grass

Hop out with that Draco

Put it down, and beat your mama ass

No mag, or no bag

Y’all bitches real dummies

I ain’t shootin' in the air

Bitch, I’m tryna kill somethin'

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak

I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps

I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up

You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?

That dock 23 will knock off your roof

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak

I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps

I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up

You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?

And tell the streets the truth, bitch you spook’d

Diamonds dancin' jeweler gave my Rollie back shots

The way I’m slappin', brosky say I got his trap hot

Bitch, I’m bored, I buy Louis like it’s dish detergent

At Sweetwater with the gang, 'cause your nigga work here

Make it snappy chicken boy, I got shit to do

I’ll step out and make your broke ass invisible

You ever spent 2, 000 on some Jimmy Choo’s?

Just to get them wet

'Cause ain’t no roof on the Bentley coup

A bitch say «Fuck Joy Row»

Bro, I want her tongue

That’s a warning

Try me, and I’m knockin' off your blunt

Pathetic ass hoes better straighten up

I thinkthese hoes still sleepin'

They just wakin’up

Po and Rock ring your bitch off a Players Club

Some pizza and Evian, I can’t make this up

Think I’m losing too much blood from these paper cuts

But, fuck it it’s only right I get my paper up

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak

I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps

I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up

You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?

That Glock 23 will knock off your roof

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak

I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps

I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up

You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?

And tell the streets the truth, bitch you spook’d