I stand on the backseat and shoot out the ceiling
I tie up my dreadlocks to look more appealing
My young nigga just got booked for a body
I told him, "Don't give up hope and appeal it"
Project, baby, you wouldn't understand
This life that I'm living if you didn't live it
I hit his car up with so many bullets on block
Exhibit couldn't even fix it
I told God, "If my homie got devious ways
I'ma kill him soon as he reveal it"
I had a show out in Houston, my blow homie
Gave me a Draco and told me to kill it
Fucking on fine shit, fine shit
I put ice on a ho when the bitch turn frigid
I got pulled over in a SRT
But the fed was a fan, he ain't give me no ticket
[Black Fortune]
This-this not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (Yeah)
I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (Damn)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
[Black Fortune]
I canturn a nigga white tee tie-dye
I was in high school high, sky high
Who brought the Chop'? They can kiss 'em bye-bye
I pull up and bully nigga like a fish fry
She gave me the poom-poom, that shit fire
She saying my name, screaming out big Fi'
Her best friend mad she ain't get no tries
Snake ass bitch got a UTI, yeah
Play with my toppa, I show, nigga
I walk in the club at the pipe show, nigga
So many guns like a pipe show, nigga
I'm the big slime, bitch, I'm a python, nigga
Posted, you greener than GEICO, nigga
I put all my opps on they cycle, nigga
Face shot, now you a cyclone, nigga
Mix the brown with the white like Michael, nigga
[Black Fortune]
This-this not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (Yeah)
I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (Damn)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
[Denzel Curry]
Bitch, think I got a lot of gold rings
These motherfucking brass knuckles, uh
If I got a .30 on my hip
That means I'm chilling with my uncle, uh
Uppercut you, downward spiral
Hit your organs, vital, uh
I don't even like to fight, bitch
I just like survival
This ain't a sword, this a muhfuckin' knife
This ain't a pick, this a muhfuckin' scythe (What?)
This ain't no Molly, it gotta be ice
Let 'em mix it all up with the Tuss and the Sprite
Let's go, pussy, never got a manifesto
Tech blow, heavy metal to the face, Deathstroke
Cresto, I get the shit that I like
So the crackers gon' think I sell Molly by night
[Black Fortune]
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (Yeah)
I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (Damn)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (Yeah)
I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (Damn)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
This not Molly, it's ice, uh (Ice)
[Black Fortune]
Ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice
Yeah, damn
Ice, ice, ice
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