Let It Blow (Remix) (feat. Lil Bibby & Molly Brazy)

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

I said my shooters cost a grip, twelve fifty for the kicks

Fifty in my pants, that ho thought I was on bricks

Tell homie pipe down, I know he not with the shits

We gon' blow him right down then skeet off in the whip

Like Andre, we drummin', got the drums in the clip

Niggas seen how we comin', now they youngins wanna flip

I don't want your mixtape, I treat it like a frisbee

You ain't certified, all that talking you can miss me

Shooters outside, couple shooters in here with me

I'm slapped off the Henny, call bro to come and get me

Pull up in your hood in a Bentley, I'm gangster

My youngin take your chain then thank ya

I'm with G-Money, call it drank up

You broke, get your bank up

I know that bitch popped without that makeup

[?] In the cut rollin' stank up

Molly on stage droppin' rakes on that gang stuff

Get a goofy flamed up

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

Look bitch, you a dirty ass trick

Always got yo hand out

I'm Cuban Doll, I stand out

That's why I brought my mans out

'Cause I got them bands now

'Cause we in a Benz now

Break it down, smoke a pound

It's a damn shame how they change for the fame

Fuck a name, I'm in the game, I make it rain

You's a lame, I pull a stain

You ain't gang, you need a pass to hang

'Fore I snatch yo chain

Murk your ass and catch a plane

Cuban Savage, I'm insane

I don't do no talkin' bitch

'Cause there ain't nothin' to talk about

Pull up to the murder scene this bitch wanna talk it out

I'ma pull that chopper out, bullets make 'em walk it out

Now this bitch forgot about, that gangster shit you not about

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

Fuck the opposite and fuck 12, man they ain't stoppin' shit

Hoes dick biting, if I had one, you'd be toppin' it

I'm droppin' shit

Yeah my name is Molly, I ain't poppin' it

Four of the Hi-Tech in the Fanta, swear I'm high as shit

All these bitches lyin', talking 'bout they takin' trips

Rob your ho out the stick then I put forty in your bitch

I won't miss, like I'm swiping, nigga all my pieces hitting

I'll never trust a goofy, all you bitches counterfeit

I don't know why these bitches hate me, I don't never hate

Slide down your block with the K and they bitches elevate

Say they put money on my head

Well get it back bitch, I ain't dead

Yeah bitch that's what I said

Free my brother, fuck the feds

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store

Pull up on yo block, we gon' let it blow

We don't talk to snitches, we don't fuck with hoes

You fake ass rappers 'bout to get exposed

I just seen't your mama at the corner store