Lenox

Lyrics

[Intro: S3nsi Molly] Rico's going crazy again Ayy, haha, go Rack up, wrap it, take it out (Work) Ayy [Chorus: S3nsi Molly] Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out [Verse 1: S3nsi Molly] Ayy, takin' my shot like a free throw Bust down a bitch, she a freak ho Reach for your chain, takin' shit like Deebo Ayy, pop out, it's us at your peephole Ayy, ice on my neck like a glacier Slide on a bitch like a skater Just fuck on a ho, no, we can't date her Skrrt, drop her off, see you later, ayy Yeah, she a stripper, I throw her them ones Bust down a bitch, she be fuckin' for fun Whole city hate me, I ride with them guns If it was beef, just know that it's done Hit Sour Matt with the gas, he gon' pull up and serve me End up with your name on a shirt like a jersey Two shots to his head, leave him cold like a turkey Get the work in the morning, I'm trappin' real early All of that typin' with nothin' to say Pull up, I'm bustin', I pop out with K's Black mask on my face so I can't catch a case Wanted that smoke so I gave 'em it laced [Chorus: S3nsi Molly] Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out [Verse 2: Lil Brook] Run up on opps, we gon' lay 'em down (Get down) I'm fuckin' that bitch, she make a lot of sound (Huh?) Bitch wanna fight, put the guns down Pull up to the show, send a lot of rounds My nigga a demon, send his ass to a dog pound We got them sticks, we gon' pop out I left that show and we got all the Glocks out Just for them bands, we gon' pull up and rock out Reach for that chain, you can't run, you get knocked down Bitch gon' fuck, she on go Ran out of 'Woods, send her ass to the store Exotic pop, I'ma pour me a four We ran out the back 'cause the feds at the door She got a fat ass, I'ma smack that On the way to the top, we don't backtrack Got all them drugs in the backpack A band for a show, let 'em have that Fake ass chain, I'ma snatch that I send that bitch to go break down a brick They call up Lil Brook 'cause I stay with the stick I fuck on that ho for one night, then I switch (Go) We catch an opp, he get thrown in a ditch Gucci shoes, I be spinnin' them bends After the show, I might fuck on a fan Pull up in LA and I hop out a van Give her a Perc', now it's makin' her dance Fuck on a bitch in the traphouse Got money, I'm a high school dropout We see the opps, now we en route All at your door with them guns out All that rap shit ain't fun now [Chorus: S3nsi Molly] Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out