Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store I said my shooters cost a grip, twelve fifty for the kicks Fifty in my pants, that ho thought I was on bricks Tell homie pipe down, I know he not with the shits We gon' blow him right down then skeet off in the whip Like Andre, we drummin', got the drums in the clip Niggas seen how we comin', now they youngins wanna flip I don't want your mixtape, I treat it like a frisbee You ain't certified, all that talking you can miss me Shooters outside, couple shooters in here with me I'm slapped off the Henny, call bro to come and get me Pull up in your hood in a Bentley, I'm gangster My youngin take your chain then thank ya I'm with G-Money, call it drank up You broke, get your bank up I know that bitch popped without that makeup [?] In the cut rollin' stank up Molly on stage droppin' rakes on that gang stuff Get a goofy flamed up Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store Look bitch, you a dirty ass trick Always got yo hand out I'm Cuban Doll, I stand out That's why I brought my mans out 'Cause I got them bands now 'Cause we in a Benz now Break it down, smoke a pound It's a damn shame how they change for the fame Fuck a name, I'm in the game, I make it rain You's a lame, I pull a stain You ain't gang, you need a pass to hang 'Fore I snatch yo chain Murk your ass and catch a plane Cuban Savage, I'm insane I don't do no talkin' bitch 'Cause there ain't nothin' to talk about Pull up to the murder scene this bitch wanna talk it out I'ma pull that chopper out, bullets make 'em walk it out Now this bitch forgot about, that gangster shit you not about Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store Fuck the opposite and fuck 12, man they ain't stoppin' shit Hoes dick biting, if I had one, you'd be toppin' it I'm droppin' shit Yeah my name is Molly, I ain't poppin' it Four of the Hi-Tech in the Fanta, swear I'm high as shit All these bitches lyin', talking 'bout they takin' trips Rob your ho out the stick then I put forty in your bitch I won't miss, like I'm swiping, nigga all my pieces hitting I'll never trust a goofy, all you bitches counterfeit I don't know why these bitches hate me, I don't never hate Slide down your block with the K and they bitches elevate Say they put money on my head Well get it back bitch, I ain't dead Yeah bitch that's what I said Free my brother, fuck the feds Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed I just seen't your mama at the corner store