MOLOTOV (Explicit) - Sxmpra
Lyrics by：Kalem Tarrant
Composed by：Kalem Tarrant
Produced by：SXMPRA
Mothafucka what it do
Comin' through I'm spittin' acid in the booth
We on that new swag
Bumpin' out the window of the coupe
Steady slidin' down ya boulevard
You might just lose a tooth
Bitch I hope you got insurance
Send a molly through ya roof
I'm that
Potty mouth piece of shit and I don't give a fuck
I'm rippin' out ignitions bitch
I'm whippin' in ya grandpas truck
I snuck a blade up into the function just a run amuck
You outta luck you run yo mouth
And now I've found you must get stuck
Like a lollypop mollywop boom
Candy coated mothafucka ropped like views
I'm amused
By the haters thinkin' they gettin' the better of me
Better than me
Feel like a veteran better
Than anyone wantin' the beef
Keep yo hands to ya self bitch
You better come correct
Set the tone get 'em smoked
Like a fuckin' cigarette
Who be next to step
Flex the twenty eight dett
No set
On my ones I'm the one that I rep
I'm the one that the underground
Be fearin' like I'm death
I'm the that mothafuckin' flowin'
Like I'm due to pay the rent
Make a dent in the game fuckin' bussin' at it's head
Pussy I don't wanna talk
Unless we talkin' 'bout this bread
Less we talkin' 'bout some M's
Multiply the millions
Askin' for the feature
Check the mail for that billington
Bitch
Callin' up my dogs what's the sitch
Fuck a stick
Talkin' shit ya name scratched like an itch
Like a twitch
When I'm spittin' bitch ya movement is involuntary
Commentary welcome
But I tell them leave ya body buried
Got 'em fearing
For the worst 'cause I am
Drop a turbo in a hearse 'cause I can
Drop a
Drop a mothafuckin' curse on ya mans
Got my hands round her throat
And now she wanna call me dad
Feelin' bad
Till I realised he was chattin' on me damn
Mothafucka
Stay up in my mentions like a fan
Keep yo hands to ya self bitch
You better come correct
Set the tone get 'em smoked
Like a fuckin' cigarette
Who be next to step
Flex the twenty eight dett
No set
On my ones I'm the one that I rep
Keep yo hands to ya self bitch
You better come correct
Set the tone get 'em smoked
Like a fuckin' cigarette
Who be next to step
Flex the twenty eight dett
No set
On my ones I'm the one that I rep
