[Intro]
Arigato, fumi

[Chorus: mol$]
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3, get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly, I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3, get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly, I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me

[Verse 1: mol$]
Second I pull up, she like on her knees
And she be beggin' me, "Please, I need a tastе of that D"
But I'm 'a pull out, I don't need little me's
I spend my G's all on mе, I spend my G's all on me, ayy
I hope it works out, 'cause I wan' be next up
Pullin' up with the squad, and you know we flexed up
Do shows and the rest, uh, but you hoes got me messed up
So don't talk to me, unless we talkin' cheddar
"Damn, mol$ gon' change his act, mol$ just don't know how to act"
"Mol$ is washed up, I just want the old mol$ back" (Yeah)
"After QM flopped that boy gave up, he so damn wack" (Yeah)
"Mol$ can't make that genre, he started from that meme-rap" (Oh)
Actin' like you know me, but I guarantee you don't
Talkin' on my name, will I pull up? I probably won't (To be honest)
Let that anger sit inside you 'til it fuckin' rots you
Shockin', there ain't no talkin'
That's because you pro'ly don't have the balls to speak on me one on one like an adult
Sit inside your room all day just smokin' and collectin' salt
So much time to make your own, but instead you try to shit on mine
Should've been enjoyin' life, instead you spent it all online

[Verse 2: DEADIFY]
Okay, oh-ko, drivin' fast on roads
Never turnin' slow, y-y-you don't wanna go
You say, "Oh, no, I just want it, oh"
Don't know where to go, drownin' 'til I float
I-I-I-I'm 'a get my killers, uh, bitches, you all of my chiggas, uh
Hop in the goddamn feelin', uh, runners, we gettin' to stealin', uh
Lambo' in the car park, somethin' get to reelin', uh
Yeah, we on the grind 'til we fittin' hundred million, uh
I'm 'a go shoot precision, uh, twenty-ten, clear my vision, uh
Hop in the goddamn chopper, uh
Yeah, we get to killin', uh, yeah, we get the bill in, uh
Nothin' more than real then, yeah
D-D-Dead ascends the ceilin'
[Chorus: mol$]
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3, get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly, I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3, get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly, I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me