223 Remix (feat. Lil Yachty) - S3nsi Molly & Lil Brook

You know I just copped this YSL piece, you Know what I'm sayin' No cap I'm with big slime and I got um, Stackman in The motherfuckin' room too Keedtoven as always, know what I'm sayin'? Ayy where you get that beat from? Mooktoven Keed, talk to 'em I got shooters so I hope a nigga ain't on nothin' (wop) Me and big slime fuckin' these hoes, nah We ain't cuffin' nothin' (wop, wop) I got cheese on me wrapped in saran (wop) What's that floatin' 'round that Crush? Man that's all Xans (wop) Foreign hoe just wanna embrace She don't need no weave (wop, wop) Water on my neck and wrist, yeah, Dasani (wop) You can picture this right now, ain't talking Sony (wop) Black pitchfork, that's that Masi' Yeah, I did it for brother And I just left Bali and I'm smokin', mmh Naw, they can't be me, these niggas can't see me Nigga stop Yeah, I pulled up on Bleveland Ave in that drop (slime) Yeah, Glock with a dick, yeah, it gon' pop (boom) Yeah, I got bad bitches, yeah give me top (toodles) Off-White denim on, cost me a lot (no cap) Off-White shoes, rock them bitches with Gucci socks (yeah, yeah) They don't wanna see them slimes out, they call the cops (no cap) Yeah, you say you slime, but did your partners slime him out (slatt, slatt) I got up, they hands out, but y'all niggas counted me out (uh-huh) Any nigga make a sound, I make Stick Baby clear the block (skrrt) On the way to these M's, I ain't even do no stops (uh-uh) Bust down Rollie, no tick, no tock (uh-uh) Nigga was flexing for the day, gotta give it back at 12 o'clock (uh-huh) (Keed, talk to em) I got shooters so I hope a nigga ain't on nothin' (wop) Me and big slime fuckin' these hoes, nah We ain't cuffin' nothin' (wop, wop) I got cheese on me wrapped in saran (wop) What's that floatin' 'round that Crush? Man that's all Xans (wop) Foreign hoe just wanna embrace She don't need no weave (wop, wop) Water on my neck and wrist, yeah, Dasani (wop) You can picture this right now, ain't talking Sony (wop) Black pitchfork, that's that Masi' Yeah, I did it for brother I got too many hoes, chase that bitch (bitch) I don't argue with no peon, I just block the bitch (block the bitch) I got two Bentleys, paid cash, no lie (skrrt) Hit the bitch from the side, she said, "Oh God" (oh God) I told Keed he up next, that's on my mama (slatt) I got cheese hidin' out just like Osama (cheese) With the slimes and they bite just like Piranhas (slimes) I be ballin' on the block just like Mo Bamba (woo) I was 18 in a Benz, not no damn Honda (skrrt, skrrt) Doin' dash, got me sinnin' in front of your honor (yeah) I'm a real nigga, I ain't with the he-say, she-say (and?) And I'm the new 'Rari, not no Stingray (Keed, talk to 'em) Lil Boat I got shooters so I hope a nigga ain't on nothin' (wop) Me and big slime fuckin' these hoes, nah We ain't cuffin' nothin' (wop, wop) I got cheese on me wrapped in saran (wop) What's that floatin' 'round that Crush? Man that's all Xans (wop) Foreign hoe just wanna embrace She don't need no weave (wop, wop) Water on my neck and wrist, yeah, Dasani (wop) You can picture this right now, ain't talking Sony (wop) Black pitchfork, that's that Masi' Yeah, I did it for brother

Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Yeah, yes D-D-Daytrip took it to 10, hey Ayy, I feel like Lil Boat with the ice I want Ferragamo, I want ice Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, supersize New Patek alright, yeah, alright New Patek alright, yeah, alright Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, super Ayy (Go crazy), make her Sing like Gwen Stefani (Ayy) Book a little suite at the Omni (Lil Boat) And she bang red like Mitt Romney (Beep), and She bringin' company (Beep) She just wanna fuck on me (Beep), fly 'em both economy (Beep) 18, bought my first chain, Sixty foreigns (Brr, yeah, ice) Ran off on your favourite jeweller, I ain't goin' back (Shit) I stopped wearin' diamonds 'Cause these rappers make it wack (Facts) But I still got more water than a YMCA, facts (Facts) Beep, oh, you wanna be me, I'm flattered, huh (Shit) Chopper make all of 'em scatter (Boop), with your bitch playin' Chutes and ladders (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) Inside the coupe, the pattern crazy, Look at the ceilings, they Saturn (Skrt) These golds, they really don't matter, Save all the chitter and chatter Ayy (Lil Boat), I feel like Lil Boat with the ice (Beep, beep, beep) I want Ferragamo, I want ice Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, supersize (Supersize) New Patek alright, yeah, alright (Yeah, alright) New Patek alright, yeah, alright Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, super Yeah, first I fuck the bitch, uh, Then I park my car, yeah Even with the clouds, We still layin' under stars, yeah Ain't used to bein' home, Ain't seen my bedroom in a while (No) Rather be out on the road Makin' figures, ask me how (Yeah) All the years I scraped the plate, Can't afford to fuck around All the losses took to date, I deserve the bustdown Money pilin' show to show, Gettin' hard for me to count Yeah, I pulled up with my slime, 666, that be the town Yeah, catch me in the field, Sammy Sosa in his prime Gucci print on my shirt, It look different, hard to find Walkin' up from the Saks with the fifth, I'll blow they mind If it ever go to trial, Already know I'll beat the time (Yeah) Mama said I'll be great, Take your blessings as a sign Vacay to Amalfi Coast, Smokin' Cubans, sippin' fine And that's XO on my chain, Forty pointers on my link Last year this shit was different, Used to go out, count my drinks Ayy, I feel like Lil Boat with the ice I want Ferragamo, I want ice Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, supersize (Supersize) New Patek alright, yeah, alright (Yeah, alright) New Patek alright, yeah, alright Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, super Diamonds hit your face like Stevie, Yeah, I make 'em go blind (Make me go blind) Came from outer space like ET, yeah, I'm 'bout to go live It's good for her stomach Like green tea, yeah, so I hit From behind (So I hit from behind) Upgrade from SI to the VV, Yeah, it only takes time All of my bubble gum dreams, We gon' see in real life Baby girl suck me to sleep but I ain't layin' no pipe (Yeah-ah) Fuckin' that bitch 'til she get scoliosis, She say I show no emotion (Yeah-ah) Line up the horse in the stable, I park the Porsche at the Staple, ayy (Oh) Streets, best be back before dark Streets, where a rat is a shark I can't move these grams all the time (I-I can't move these grams all the time) Ayy, I feel like Lil Boat with the ice I want Ferragamo, I want ice (Yeah) Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, supersize (Supersize) New Patek alright, yeah, alright (Yeah, alright) New Patek alright, yeah, alright Super thick her thighs, supersize Super thick her thighs, super

Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Let me go secure the M's for the gang Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Those niggas still think it's my fault Ayy I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) I went been feelin' all kites To puttin' an M on my block New Gucci sweater is drip (that's drip) Somebody give me a mop (that's drip) These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz) Gossipin' more than the thots (nigga what?) In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes) I make you count off the rocks These niggas think that I made it and Can't get my friends, so they wanna be ops If I see no niggas who hatin' and I'm In that spaceship, I'm droppin' that top I get that cake like my b-day ain't no happy belated I'm callin' the guap Who gave you niggas a voice Who told you your thoughts count GPS straight to the money I put my niggas in route They told me got bricks in the drop AR with the big Mickey Mouse You poses your lady at 12, Ain't that nice seein' my dick in her mouth? Candles all over the mansion You lil niggas can't shit on my house I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy Cut off your hands and your fingers 100 round in your ears with a ringer Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer Get it firing like this Jerry Springer All of my niggas on go-go Zip the AR back like the pogo Don't do dirty with these niggas, they popo Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold Heard the hoes going' wild down in soho One's black and the other one's Mexican Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo Younger than you with a Maybach Younger than you with a Bentley Fuckin' your bitch from the back, Got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin' gently Ain't being friends with these niggas Cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy That's how I go when you're broke Bitch on the boat do coke Bitch I fucked up on my own Not get lost on these new niggas clones Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan Bitch you gon' get that shit on your own And nobody give me not a thing So I spend 90k on my ring You can see all my pain in my watch Got my ex downing' bottles of scotch Walkin' round with my hand on my crotch Cause I'm popping and i know you not And I know you see just how I'm livin' You not happy with life so you sippin' Walkin' reeboks on treetops gettin' hella guap Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, Are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch? Know it's top notch I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) The iPhone IG all the time (I see you) How dare them niggas gon' lie? Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak) 8 oz, two 55 (real steak) I can't get funky with niggas, My niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives If i ain't had love for me, I woulda been trying' to get Nicki Minaj I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, Nigga, look at the line Money ain't changed my heart but I'm smarter I guess it changed my mind And I take care of my hitters in prison, Don't think it's safe inside (stab his ass) I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes)

Rico's going crazy again Ayy, haha, go Rack up, wrap it, take it out (Work) Ayy Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out Ayy, takin' my shot like a free throw Bust down a bitch, she a freak ho Reach for your chain, takin' shit like Deebo Ayy, pop out, it's us at your peephole Ayy, ice on my neck like a glacier Slide on a bitch like a skater Just fuck on a ho, no, we can't date her Skrrt, drop her off, see you later, ayy Yeah, she a stripper, I throw her them ones Bust down a bitch, she be fuckin' for fun Whole city hate me, I ride with them guns If it was beef, just know that it's done Hit Sour Matt with the gas, he gon' pull up and serve me End up with your name on a shirt like a jersey Two shots to his head, leave him cold like a turkey Get the work in the morning, I'm trappin' real early All of that typin' with nothin' to say Pull up, I'm bustin', I pop out with K's Black mask on my face so I can't catch a case Wanted that smoke so I gave 'em it laced Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out Run up on opps, we gon' lay 'em down (Get down) I'm fuckin' that bitch, she make a lot of sound (Huh?) Bitch wanna fight, put the guns down Pull up to the show, send a lot of rounds My nigga a demon, send his ass to a dog pound We got them sticks, we gon' pop out I left that show and we got all the Glocks out Just for them bands, we gon' pull up and rock out Reach for that chain, you can't run, you get knocked down Bitch gon' fuck, she on go Ran out of 'Woods, send her ass to the store Exotic pop, I'ma pour me a four We ran out the back 'cause the feds at the door She got a fat ass, I'ma smack that On the way to the top, we don't backtrack Got all them drugs in the backpack A band for a show, let 'em have that Fake ass chain, I'ma snatch that I send that bitch to go break down a brick They call up Lil Brook 'cause I stay with the stick I fuck on that ho for one night, then I switch (Go) We catch an opp, he get thrown in a ditch Gucci shoes, I be spinnin' them bends After the show, I might fuck on a fan Pull up in LA and I hop out a van Give her a Perc', now it's makin' her dance Fuck on a bitch in the traphouse Got money, I'm a high school dropout We see the opps, now we en route All at your door with them guns out All that rap shit ain't fun now Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out

Ronny J, please turn me Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Yeah, spent two bands on a new fit Woke up, cashed out on a new whip Old ho, had to go get a new bitch New Glock and it came with a full clip Yeah, size 35 on my sneaks Pop out with gang, snatch a chain on Sixth Street Yeah, spin on the block, you get put on a tall tee Shoes in the bag and it came with the LV Smokin' on gas, you can smell me Pillow talk with a ho, that bitch gon' tell me Yeah, get a flight back to Texas Pop me a Perc' and get head in the Lexus Hah, eat it up like it's breakfast Yeah, no rap cap, bet you won't test us Yeah, bet you won't test me I got your ho with no top ridin' jet skis Yeah, go, watch what she do for them bands Get on the floor and she pop it, no hands Back at VLIVE and she ready to dance Throw up them ones, she gon' rip off them pants Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Open the safe and give me what you got Just hit on a lick, we just ran up that guap Can't count up them bands, I just know it's a lot Hah, fuck on a bitch and her friends Dior shoes, yeah, these shoes cost bands Pass me the Glock, we don't fight with no hands Bitch, I pop Percs, I don't fuck with no Xans Sent out them shooters, ain't missin' no blocks Clear out the scene, gotta clear out the opps Call up them niggas, we sendin' them drops Loadin' 'em up, we gon' slide with them Glocks Yeah, I got two thots in the back seat Spot an opp quick, shoot fast, can't pass me Red and blue on our ass, four flat like a track meet All on the 'net, but I bet you won't at me Yeah, pour up the drank in a double cup I got the bag off of rap, then I ran it up Owe us a bag, better pay it up Pull out that Glock in his face and he gave it up Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Yeah, pull out that Glock Yeah, aight

Yeah, hah Ronny J, please turn me up Yeah, play with a bitch like a kid on a playground Pull up and spray with a big ass K round Me and Lil Brook don't play 'round If you wanna come up, stay down I got a bitch in the back named Britney She got a friend with, her name Lindsey We off the Perc', smokin' gas in the Bentley Kick the bitch out if the ho get friendly, yeah Ronny J fuck up the beat Racks in the bank, spent bands on sneaks Shoot it up then leave Get down, eat it up like a feast, yeah Eat it up like a cook out, guns out Drop down, it's a shootout Slide down with the tools out Fuck boy want smoke, make him move out Yeah, I got the packs, I'ma ship it Yeah, ass real fat, I'ma tip it Double my cup, I'ma sip it Fuck on that bitch, gotta switch, then we dippin' Yeah, yeah, bands in my pants, no safe, yeah Spin on your block and I spray with the K Just fuck on that bitch, no bae Lil' bro in the trap, he be makin' them plays, yeah Ship it out, he gon' mix up that work Hoes at the show, they gon' lift up they shirt Straight to the room and they pull down they skirt Woke up in the trap, gotta wrap up the birds Reach for that chain, you get shot, yeah All of they pussy gon' pop I'm with the gang in the back with a thot Two seats, hotbox gotta put up the top Play with a bitch like a kid on a playground Pull up and spray with a big ass K round Me and Lil Brook don't play 'round If you wanna come up, stay down I got a bitch in the back named Britney She got a friend with, her name Lindsey We off the Perc', smokin' gas in the Bentley Kick the bitch out if the ho get friendly, yeah Ronny J fuck up the beat Racks in the bank, spent bands on sneaks Shoot it up then leave Get down, eat it up like a feast, yeah Eat it up like a cook out, guns out Drop down, it's a shootout Slide down with the tools out Fuck boy want smoke, make him move out Yeah, heard they want smoke, what's up? One call to the shooter, yeah, pull up, go Big Glock with a drum Gang shit, yeah, go dumb Damn, fuck, I'm high Eat on the dick like it's pie Got the Glocks in the coupe, I'ma ride Play with that gang if you want, you gon' die Yeah, yeah, call up the plug, need two zips Give me the pack, do two flips We with that sliding, we don't do loose lips Lay down, eat it up like it's cool whip Yeah, throw it back on the dick Yeah, she flippin' she tryna do tricks All on the pole with no top like she strip Just fuck on these hoes, we don't kiss on the lips, yeah, go Play with a bitch like a kid on a playground Pull up and spray with a big ass K round Me and Lil Brook don't play 'round If you wanna come up, stay down I got a bitch in the back named Britney She got a friend with, her name Lindsey We off the Perc', smokin' gas in the Bentley Kick the bitch out if the ho get friendly, yeah Ronny J fuck up the beat Racks in the bank, spent bands on sneaks Shoot it up then leave Get down, eat it up like a feast, yeah Eat it up like a cook out, guns out Drop down, it's a shootout Slide down with the tools out Fuck boy want smoke, make him move out