Lyrics Molly Brazy – You Spook’d

What these bitches on?
Man, these bitches ain’t on shit
Hell nah
Tell these bitches to get off your neck and make a bag

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin’ freak
I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin’ keeps
I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
That Glock 23 will knock off your roof

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin’ freak
I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin’ keeps
I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
And tell the streets the truth

Ain’t no ICU when I see you
That’s on my life
Pull up in that white thing on white
Jesus Christ oh Lord
Water all over my body
I got baptized
Told my jeweler ‘bust it baby1
I wasn’t rappin’ Plies
You an opp, I know you gon’ tell a cop
Jump out with them chops
Soundin’ like we bangin’ pots
She want your top
Think with it
Bullshit we with it

Big brazy, buff Slim Shady
Don’t try to take
‘Cause what I totin’ ain’t got no safety
You know where I’m from
You know how I’m cut, what’s up?
Ain’t no going back and forth
I’ll pull up
Disrespectful, park the ‘Rarri
On your mama grass
Hop out with that Draco
Put it down, and beat your mama ass
No mag, or no bag
Y’all bitches real dummies
I ain’t shootin’ in the air
Bitch, I’m tryna kill somethin’

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin’ freak
I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin’ keeps
I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
That dock 23 will knock off your roof

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin’ freak
I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin’ keeps
I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
And tell the streets the truth, bitch you spook’d

Diamonds dancin’ jeweler gave my Rollie back shots
The way I’m slappin’, brosky say I got his trap hot
Bitch, I’m bored, I buy Louis like it’s dish detergent
At Sweetwater with the gang, ’cause your nigga work here
Make it snappy chicken boy, I got shit to do
I’ll step out and make your broke ass invisible
You ever spent 2, 000 on some Jimmy Choo’s?
Just to get them wet
‘Cause ain’t no roof on the Bentley coup
A bitch say «Fuck Joy Row»
Bro, I want her tongue
That’s a warning
Try me, and I’m knockin’ off your blunt
Pathetic ass hoes better straighten up
I thinkthese hoes still sleepin’
They just wakin’up
Po and Rock ring your bitch off a Players Club
Some pizza and Evian, I can’t make this up
Think I’m losing too much blood from these paper cuts
But, fuck it it’s only right I get my paper up

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin’ freak
I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin’ keeps
I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
That Glock 23 will knock off your roof

Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin’ freak
I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin’ keeps
I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
And tell the streets the truth, bitch you spook’d