molly my meal versuri

Versuri KRBY – molly my meal lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, aye
„Silence isn’t violence,” might as well be close as fuck
Pull up, do some violence, if you run, you fall, you’re fucked
I see super ultra violet, that’s why molly favorite drug
I see icy neck with no protect, I take it off a thug
She want sober sex with no protect, but don’t want call it love
Fuck, empty bed with busy head, sleep better on the rug, huh
Empty threats from heated heads, cool down when filled with slugs, yeah
Sir, I know my rights, you cannot search, smell not a cause no more
I been buying pipes at gun shows, I don’t steal out cars no more
Molly powder, yellow snow, I’m higher than a cosmonaut
You got opps so you should know, laced shoes, do not wear flippy flops
(Ha’)
And yo broke ass at the laundromat
Moving hot box scales and drugs and capsules at the supermarket
Kill myself, the molly touch my tongue because it’s super tart
Feel myself, I’m proud, because I’m young and I work super hard
Work for the government? I hate the government, they make me hate myself
She wanna wife it, and I ain’t wanna husband it
That made her hate herself
I’m up north, but I’m still on that southern shit
Gold teeth, tryna shine my wealth
He got gun but he ain’t tryna bust it, I’ma take it and do it myself
This pistol blowing, it’ll fuck up your health
No serotonin, I fucked up my health
Scars on my wrist ‘cause I can’t ask for help
Told the healthy bitch, „My dick made of kelp”
Told that nigga shit and he just say “Welp”
Punch him in his shit and leave him with welts
Acting like a kid, we hit him with belt
Club getting in, they ringing bells (Yuh)
I’m high as shit, I’m hot as hell (Yuh)
The molly, the molly my meal (Yuh)
Popping been popping the pills (Yuh)
I’m just tryna, just tryna feel (Yuh)
I make that bitch suck, wish her well (Yuh)
NYC, I’m a real makavell
Kill a nigga for me, pay your bail
We got pounds, we gon bring out a band
Yeah, he pushed up on me, he got bamned
I got two hi-points if one jam
She suck me, slide back in to the lamb
It help me slide right into her yams
I got yo’ wish if you rub on my lamp, bitch
I’m a bushwick, double check, not a man, bitch
Fancy as shit hoe, check out my sandwich
New to this shit, truffles on my sandwich