yung trace - molotov lyrics
[hook]
caught opp on your block and now they see bodies and when you see the cops better not be name dropping or that’s a molotov to your block and you man gonna get blown out of proportion man gonna get blown out see that portion if you snitch to feds then next day red dots aiming your head you’ll think it’s feds but before you clock you’ll be dead yeah you’ll all be dead you’ll all be dead by the time your there
[verse]
pull up on your block with a banana clip, i don’t see it the same way i used to coz these b-tches don’t come round like they used to. their all little sk-nks their not running with the shank their not running with their b-tch their not making up packs. yeah you think your making paper your lying your like vager, your getting darker your sh-ts gunna fade away you man wanna play you man sitting in your ting like a tray you man ain’t doing sh-t so don’t be ruining your music man all dis a snippet i saw your b-tch with the b-tches i call them snitches pulled up with the swishers den i smoked that sh-t then i blowed that sh-t move your b-tch out the way she sounds (?)
[hook] (x2)
caught opp on your block and now they see bodies and when you see the cops better not be name dropping or that’s a molotov to your block and you man gonna get blown out of proportion man gonna get blown out see that portion if you snitch to feds then next day red dots aiming your head you’ll think it’s feds but before you clock you’ll be dead yeah you’ll all be dead you’ll all be dead by the time your there
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