Molly (Not Real Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(Blatt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)

[Verse]
I'm from the Flat, lil' n*ggas (Yeah)
We started trappin', n*gga (Tssh)
We started rappin', n*gga
These all black diamonds, n*gga
Hang out with robbers, n*gga
What you know about robbin' n*ggas?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', n*gga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)
[Chorus]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)

{Verse 2: Travis Myers}
I need a new watch
I got my laptop
I went to New York
I'm bout to go to store
I need a new Lambo
Stop knocking at my door
I got my new skateboard
I got my new shoes
I'm bout to go to school (ayy)
Don't ask me no questions, I'll bring you tissue (?) demon
Fifteen-Thousand, look at my diamonds
My chains swing
I play basketball
OK, I go to the mall
[Chorus]
Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*tches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f*ck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f*cked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*tch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*tch
Kick the b*tch out, I didn't need the b*tch (Tssh)