Molly Maid

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] Face down it's a motherfucking molly tuna Wasabi music Strong dick, long clips catch bodies to it Got you pussies dripping like South Beach Connected like ??? Watch for that mouth piece That ??? a bitch but them slugs cheaper Pussy You talking shit, you get dug deeper Not your boys keeper, I'm your boys reaper Brick Flair, molly maid street sweeper Fiends facing bricks like a sensei Riding with my red socks, far from the Fenway German Suplex when the techs spray Feed the streets ??? ??? Bring that Latino heat comprende [Hook: A$ton] [Verse 2: Vince Staples] My nigga how you gone shoot me? Can't fit a deuce in your lil' tight ass jeans Best believe we move them P's, fiends is like Dawn of the Dead Them coppa toppas send em' all at yo' head So tell em' heads up, cuz them 7's up And ten times out of ten niggas gone get shot This smash-mouth football, that goal line blue shit Them thirty clips is worthless if you ain't' gone hit shit But I ain't gone miss, so you can miss me with that rappin' Pop me at yo' momma tell that bitch to run I feel like Cappadonna Ride around like I shot Ricky, get you like they got Biggie Them bullets hot and that pavement hard so dont look for God cuz he not wit' me That Glock wit' me, nine in the back got one in the hole put cha' mind in ya' lap You can thank my momma for that