Molly Santan

Lyrics

[Hook: Dufflebag Boogie] I got the Molly Santan Hang with the drum but I'm not in a band Track the number on the work tryna know when it land Got a plug from Japan Free my nigga Bo out the can My nigga got 20 for chasin them bands My shooters pull up and they hop out in vans These Givenchys I ain't rockin no vans [Verse 1: Rudy Cash] Up the 40 I won't give them no chance True Religion on my shirt and my pants I been juggin out here tryna get bands Off the percs and I still want some xans Bootup comin from the A in Santan I been plugged in, what the fuck is you sayin? Grab the pumps then the ARP sprayin Pull up on him so he know I'm not playin [Verse 2: Shabazz] I'm off double percs, don't fuck with no xans Might grab the Beamer just to do the dash I facetime your bitch just to see that lil' ass I keep losing count when I count up them bands I remember being broke with a mag Had a .380 that bitch never jammed We just shoot it out before we shake hands Blew the cash so the plug threw me 10 bands Pull up and you know I'm takin your bitch Damn them niggas always takin them risks 160 zips I made that shit flip Swear that pussy torch, I hit it and dip [Verse 3: Tae Dawg] I got more shit on sale than Black Friday Dej Loaf, let a nigga try me Shoot him with the 9 11 times Xan or a perc I popped both cause I couldn't decide [Hook: DuffleBag Boogie] I got the Molly Santan Hang with the drum but I'm not in a band Track the number on the work tryna know when it land Got a plug from Japan Free my nigga Bo out the can My nigga got 20 for chasin them bands My shooters pull up and they hop out in vans These Givenchys I ain't rockin no vans [Verse 4: Tae Dawg] I got a vick in my blunt Switch it up, step on the wood like a stump 14 ridin round with a pump Young nigga servin gas out the trunk I serve you the gas and I'm whippin up bump I'm poppin these xannies I don't give a fuck Every hit that I make, bitch I double up And you know that we stay with them glizzys all tucked [Verse 5: Rudy Cash] On the highway watchin' out for state troopers Bitch you know you how you know you a state trooper Bitch we stay with them Glocks like we some state troopers Better watch your mouth before you say something to us Say you gone do something but you ain't never do it [Verse 6: Dufflebag Boogie] Free my nigga Bo that's why I pour a 4 I got gas like a Texaco I just met a plug out in Mexico Got them gas bags and purp for the low My trap boomin like a corner store Call me Dufflebag Don Corleone When I'm in the club, I got that 40 on me [Verse 7: Trill Castro] 50 in the glick, you know it's always on me Got that drum all on the hollow tip explosive We was jumpin fences tryna duck a sentence Got them rackets on us like we playin tennis I'm a cash addict, got a money fetish I'm good with the rock just like Monta Ellis Step out in Margiela, make these niggas jealous Stay far from the pussy niggas cause they tellin [Hook: Dufflebag Boogie] I got the Molly Santan Hang with the drum but I'm not in a band Track the number on the work tryna know when it land Got a plug from Japan Free my nigga Bo out the can My nigga got 20 for chasin them bands My shooters pull up and they hop out in vans These Givenchys I ain't rockin no vans