M.W.Z.C

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Scream] DJ SCREAM [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Extendos fuck that reload (Bow) Lock and load til' the block explode (Fucker) Can't wait man they got to go (Ah!) We shooting back they got to know (Boom) Campaign still champagne (Squad) You disrespect then it's red rain (Ahaha) 10-90 so red crew (woo!) Disrespect who? I wish you would (Squad!) Thugged down and we smoked good (you know!) Stainless top on my rose hood (uh!) Hang a nigga no rose wood (fucker) I got 4 grams in this backwood (squad) Throw his body in the backwoods (fuck him) Cut his body parts like the cartels (sucka) Choppa'll make him do cartwheels (boom [X10]) Say yo pussy ass on dummy bells You a lame nigga You the sucka type (sucker) Sellin weed and we sellin white (fucker) I'm dime on i'm really right (uh) Checkin up P's Yellin' (?) life Fo' life Four ounces that's dirty spice Chill done ice Rich as hell off rap, nigga Shippin' my own packs, nigga! [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke (it's Gucci!) Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Got so many bitches call gotta keep it on the charger Niggas keep on hatin'; imma load up my revolver 6's, they want 50, that's why I put them on the charger Take these rappers to the hood like a fish out the water (niggas never cross because Gucci's a double crosser) Used to run Sun Valley just like Nina at Tha Carter A street nigga turned industry that's where the nigga lost me Hold my rollie up cause there two bricks is what it cost me I had a boston bitch real bossy too; I put her on the molly And my bank account so pregnant and my pocket need pilates People think i'm crazy cause I keep buying Ferraris I'm in that brand new Bentley, bitch, It cost be about three Maseratis (it's Gucci) [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke [Verse 3: Project Pat] Xanax have a nigga head sleep, mesha sofa Mollies quicker picker upper, fuck with no rubber Stuck my dick in her mouth, she blew me like a whistle My friend lick my balls, shot nut like a pistol Ballin' so crazy think I need a agent White girl doin' it white girl, caucasian Sellin' legal product, put you on the open cages Back to school? Be a doctor? I ain't got no patience Fast money, fast cars, I'm in fifth gear Ten shots at your table, 25ths over here Yo plug from another hood? Mine from mexico XR, high as hell, I got gas, for the low [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke M-mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Z-zans, Coke Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke