Wake up to twitter once again Molley trending for a bitch
I’m not bitter just never thought Hash was
The next on my list
In mommy’s whip spitting some kiddy’s shit
Got all the kiddies lit
Publicity got little biggie lit, I’m Riky with the shit
You must have amnesia, you crying ‘bout children
I’m fucking with women that cash in on millions
Hold up Molley boy, you do not have to kill him
Man, I made the kid so I do not see a difference
You spitting stats and they ain’t accurate, making me look inadequate
Like I ain’t done immaculate
Like your numbers be lapping it
You owe rappers boy, I’m a CEO to rappers
I rep my shit with a passion I’m wearing it like it’s fashion
Wrap him up and body bag him
Give his body to the trash man
Only time you’ll see me throwing hash up in the trash can
You took a break from music for a bitch you didn’t fuck
I heard Anatii thinks you’re weird and that’s why Nyani ain’t gon’ drop
You my son, I brought you up
How you gon’ try bring me down?
Must’ve forgot back at RawX boy you done slept on my couch
Living off features got you demons I know nothing about
The prince & king so I guess I just gotta air this shit out
Full ownership, got full percent of all my money and shit
I heard you get twenty percent when all the money gets split
You came up broke and hungry spending weeks at everyone’s crib
All of the videos when you was on some NeverBroke shit
Ain’t no cap in my raps you know I spit the truest of shit
They used to call you the black Molley, you came up on my shit
Why you capping like all that gangster shit is really legit
Got shit on you I know could really have you dead in the pits
You a rat and all you do is follow cheese
You’re lucky chilling with Reece got you up a couple degrees
I never needed no co-signing from nobody but me
Ain’t forget how you told me all your relations make belief and how you got em on your songs just for a card up your sleeve
I mean sheesh, sad you had to sell inner peace for a piece
Ain’t you just drop? How the fuck they got Molley shit on repeat?
Is it the size of your shoe or me cause I’m
Smellin’ defeat
I’m making sense why the whip ya’ll move in look like a hearse
I’m your pops, I gotta show you that it come with a curse
Know the warranty on your words do not cover returns
Plus your debt to uncle Riky better check what you earn
Man a lot ya’ll daps they ain’t even worth the catch
In person never that bold but you always typing in caps
Youngin all we ever smoking here is the biggest of hash
Bigger camp, bigger bags, it don’t get better than facts
That coffin that you said you had might be big enough for two
I brought a casket to sway that fitted bout fifty of you
Whatever happened to Riky puttin’ a milly on you?
How come you tryna come at us when labels stealing from you?
How come you never hot headed when we chillin’ with you?
You treating this like it was me who went out reaching for you
Been outta reach since your wave was still itty bitty and new
Don’t let all of that young shit turn you into some old news
Would’ve bodied me up on Sway? Even on Sway I wrecked you
Funny how everybody was cool with that shit except you
We got your theory kid, but in theory I deaded you loose
I bodied you ‘bout twice before, so now you double dead blue
Try come for Molley again and I’ll have you hang by a noose
I got a can full worms, don’t let me let them all lose
You’re tanking soldier boy, I just snapped you in two
All these public statements on twitter, man how Hip Hop of you
Ironic how my numbers on that Sway shit got 8 miles on you
Funny how you pulled the race card, that’s even shady for you
I told you I’m really bad, I just moon walked on you
