[Chorus: Stuey Rock]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling,, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up

[Verse 1: Stuey Rock]
[?] trippy
Whole lotta that tipsy
Mix it all together, now I'm [?]
[?] flippin, money steady flippin
I want a bad brown bitch, make sure she a thicky
I'm gone, Patrone
Got two bad bitches, and they [?]
I'm fucked up, y mind gone
Feel like the DJ, keep playing the same song
Roll that, don't smoke that
Girl, what's the point of you grabbing my dick, if you gon hold back?
Better know that
I'm high as fuck
I'm on my shit
Got a bad bitch gon roll up, cause I need another hit
Quick, gone
[Chorus: Stuey Rock]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling,, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up

[Verse 2: Trouble]
Molly [?] couple times
I'm sorry, cause you should know I'm not
I be geeked out of my mind, [?]
Edgwood n***as know what I'm talking about, [?] shoot it out
[?] ain't friends of me
In the club in the same clothes, [?] tole
Got me pouring up more and more than ever before
[?] tasting like [?]
My god, how much more can I take?
Bitches shaking ass up in my face, [?] break
But she don't even feel it
Cause the molly's what I been slippin
And the chaser, homie, don't drink it
But I told my partners, you don't wanna feel like you through the roof
Just drink it straight [/?]
[Chorus: Stuey Rock]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling,, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Molly with the Activis, bricks in saran
Duckt tape the bails, [?] chasing Freebandz
I'm fucked up, smoke a whole ounce of OG kush
Leaning like Texas, rolling like a fool
The money got me geeked, [?] what the fuck I wanna do
Ten miles per hour, when I roll passed you
A hundred racks an hour, what the jug house do
Section eight housing, Black Migo bail crew
I got a lotta money, [?]
[?] don't know what's in that green, you know I roll [?]
Roll up and cop a [?] hundred dollar blunt
Real street n***a, roll passed them fake rappers

[Chorus: Stuey Rock]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
Man I'm on that molly, man I'm on that weed
Rolling,, rolling, rolling, man I'm on that [?]
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up