Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin´ Jell-O Molly Ridin´ in stolen Audi and we hittin´ houses Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses I ain´t James Bond, but I got a gold gun
Fuckin´ on prayer rugs, I don´t hold grudge I don´t show love, I got cold blood I´m on four drugs tryna hold on Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
I´m on pink Mollys, I´m on brown bombers I´m on Vicodin, I´m on meth and all He killed four niggas, he don´t want a job I´m on cold feelings, I don´t wanna go so hard I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry I am not a thief, I just love stealin´ I don´t leave a mess and I be in a hurry Ain´t you got a check? So why you doin´ burglaries? I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh
She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee He gon´ think he skatin´, uh, let him think he walkin´ Then turn ´round and spark him, I don´t like to argue Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn´t easy Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces Gotta yellow poker, but ain´t nothin´ cheesy, ayy
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin´ Jell-O Molly Ridin´ in stolen Audi and we hittin´ houses Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses I ain´t James Bond, but I got a gold gun Fuckin´ on prayer rugs, I don´t hold grudge I don´t show love, I got cold blood I´m on four drugs tryna hold on
Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
I be cashin´ literally, I be breakin´ and enterin´ She keep playin´ with her clitoris, I almost fuck around, pissed in it I came home in December, it wasn´t even much winter I´m on nine hundred milligrams, I can´t even remember I ain´t no plain jane, everything be busted I ain´t sparin´ nothin, I don´t care if she busted Shawty still chasin´, but I don´t throw no money I´m in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it
Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette I´m a whole killer, how did I get into college? I´m a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin´ Jell-O Molly Ridin´ in stolen Audi and we hittin´ houses Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses I ain´t James Bond, but I got a gold gun Fuckin´ on prayer rugs, I don´t hold grudge I don´t show love, I got cold blood I´m on four drugs tryna hold on Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses