Songtexte Molly / Not Real (Remix) - Xlass

Please make more
Please make more just like that
Make more of your stuff that sounds (Make more)
It sounds very uh, chill
(Yeah! and like) Very mellow (Ethereal)
You're not trying too hard

Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shining, yeah
Look at these bitches, they lying, yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perks on the private
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm gonna set up in your field
Get slime-d, little bitch, I know you're not real
I'm gonna spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, little bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

I'm from the Flat, little niggas (Yeah)
We started trapping, nigga (Tssh)
We started rapping, nigga
These all black diamonds, nigga
Hang out with robbers, nigga
What you know about robbing niggas?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbing, nigga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)

Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shining, yeah
Look at these bitches, they lying, yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perks on the private
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm gonna set up in your field
Get slime-d, little bitch, I know you not real
I'm gonna spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, little bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

Look at me pop all these pills, uh
Killing people for the thrill
All of the perks, they be strong
Smoking all out in the sun
I don't give no fucks
I don't got got a purpose
I don't fuck with molly
I don't fuck with smoking, yeah
Laid back on them pills
I just fucked a pint up
I'm gonna set up in your field
Get slime-d, little bitch, I know you're not real
I'm gonna spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, little bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch, yeah

Out here in Chicago, playing with a kite
I'm gonna be granted with flight, spewing random shit on sight
Love my family and friends, we chill, staying inside all day, I chilled
Broke as fuck, ain't got no bills, eating good, I'm eating well
Vendettas aren't even good for kills, everyone out here got no chill
All of these drugs mane, Molly ain't even real mane, yeah

Molly isn't even real man

Lets go, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!
Look at me pop all these pills, uh
Killing people for the thrill
All of the perks, they be strong
Smoking all out in the sun
I don't give no fucks
I don't got got a purpose
I don't fuck with molly
I don't fuck with smoking, yeah!

Molly, Not Real