[Intro: Etika & MOL$]
Am I strong enough to do that?
Oh my God, I'm so strong now
Jesus fucking Christ, I did that with no effort
Zero, I'm sorry man, I think I need to order another tank top
I really liked this tank top
Damn, I didn't think I would be that strong to fuckin' just rip it
I didn't even have a hole in it, I just fuckin' ripped it
It's that easy now? N***a, fuck
Woah

[Chorus: MOL$]
I think your ho', she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah

[Verse 1: MOL$]
Okay like, bad bitch, she Heaven sent
You broke, you got seven cents
God gave me his Leatherman
And told me never let 'em in
I've been making paper like a monеy machine
That bitch white like Dylan Brady, got mе feeling so clean
When I walk up on the promenade, I do what I want
These bitches see me and they want my bod, like oh my good God
This lil' boy MOL$, he kinda cute, but damn he flexin' a lot
That's 'cause I came up from the dirt and now I'm coppin' a lot
I said, ayy, grab you by the heart like I was Killua
Leave you in the dark, then power up like Tony Stark
Wait this hook about to start
Cut you down like I was Marth
I got hoes in every time zone and they're tearing me apart
[Chorus: MOL$]
I think your ho', she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah

[Verse 2: Wonder]
Okay, I pull up with that lil' hoe
Bitch, fuck you, I'm on for my bros
That hoe gon' try to come for my throat
We gon' pull up and drop 'em, bitch, I might go
Okay, they thinkin' I'm mad, but I got they bitch on my dick tip
I don't got choppas but I still really wanna talk shit
I don't fuck with you because you gotta get a grip, bitch
You think you talkin' and I'ma drop 'em in a moshpit
Okay, like bitch get off my dick if you wan' fuck with my dough
I don't spend a lot of money, baby, all my chains is faux
That boy don't know how to rap, give him a slap on the wrist
And I don't know, I don't know what's next, just wan' flash in the drip
Okay, I fuck pussies up, I ain't trippin' 'bout the bucks
I ain't dumb, if you got time I think we can go knuckle up
And I've been fuckin' around and that bitch get so mad
I ain't get tired of that hoe unless she throw ass
I've been waiting to get it, I want cat so bad
If we pull up on lil' bro, then he tip so bad
[Chorus: MOL$]
I think your ho', she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah

[Outro: Etika]
I gotta call the cops
Hello? There's been a murder
N***a, fuck
Allison, can you explain what internet is?