[Intro: Molly Santana]
(I said, "Fuck him, he a bozo")
(And I'm smokin' on that ozone)

[Verse 1: Molly Santana]
If you wanna fuck with me, then you gotta pay a fee
And I'm putting in that work, but I ain't talkin' sexually
And these n***as think I'm flirtin', but he ain't the one I'm tryna please
I'm focused on them pesos, bitch, I'm focused on the green

[Chorus: Molly Santana]
I ain't tryna hear the ra-ra, smoke 'em like rockstar
I'm too lit like rockstar, poke 'em like I'm Gaga
Better come correct when you speak to me
And I'm not gon' do no feature unless it's ten K, best believe

[Verse 2: Molly Santana]
Yeah, lil' n***a, best believe (Yeah)
Stop tryna play with the All Stars when you with the Little League (Yeah)
Took my bitch to France, but she come from Italy (Yeah)
They don't think I notice how they turned to mini me's
I said, "Bitch, ya shittin' me"
Think that they could copy, but I spent five K on my feet (Uh-huh)
Twenty K on my outfit, I'm so fresh like Mr. Clean
Rollin' off a bean, I could teach ya how to geek
I could teach ya how to geek
Turn you to a student, lil' n***a, yeah, I'ma teach
I been makin' waves for so long, feel like I'm a beach
Fuck a dog-ass n***a, I'ma put him on a leash
I said, "Fuck him, he a bozo"
Yes, I'm smokin' on that ozone
And I'm ridin' fuckin' dolo
[Chorus: Molly Santana]
I ain't tryna hear the ra-ra, smoke 'em like rockstar
I'm too lit like rockstar, poke 'em like I'm Gaga
Better come correct when you speak to me
And I'm not gon' do no feature unless it's ten K, best believe

[Verse 3: che]
Damn, ho, I'm smokin' on some green
I gotta keep my Gen 5 tucked, 'cause these n***as act so keen
No, I ain't come to no TikTok, I'm tryna fuck, ho, what you mean?
Draco wit' no beam, Helmut Lang my jeans
This ho know how to key, can't leave the crib, n***a, with no blick tucked
No, we ain't sippin' no green, n***as don't know how to make 'em hip, huh
N***a ain't had no dream, I just woke up, started making Hip-Hop
I just been livin' the dream, two goth bitches, finna make 'em lip lock
N***as finna hit the gunsmith, it's 2:30, tryna suck that cum quick
Never ever cuff a dumb bitch, Draco, extended mag finna dump shit
Yeah, n***a, fuck yo function, I hit his lil' ho, 'cause she love dick
[?] Mc'lovin, I got these racks, then my phone start buzzin’
ARP gon' bust if you talk down
This lil' ho-ho-ho, she talk so much, I had enough now
N***as ain't kiss no drank, bitch, I could never ever put my cup down
I wanna "Ha-ha-ha" right to my tellers, 'cause I love them
Until I start steppin' in Margiela, they ain't love me
I'm tryna get in this lil' ho mouth, but hell nah, bitch, no cuffin'
N***as gon' talk-talk-talk so much, but don't say nothin'
Hell nah, I don't wanna hear that, cut yo' phone, no, we don't bump him
[Outro: che]
(S-S-Squad)