Single / Track

MDMA

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Lyrics

Clean it up like it's a broom on me

FN-57 with zoom on it

BBL she got a boom body

T 57 my Bugatti

I gotta know the truth 'bout you

Just let me know all of it

I got the play and I'm calling it

Tell me who you had those problems with

She MDMA 'cause I'm off of it

Stack it up, I'm getting older twin

That's on my brudda

He call the shots, do it like no other

We was in deep, made it out the gutta

Heat on his feet, we turned him to a runner

Opp pack loud, can't go undercover

Small team, can't fuck with my brothers

Got you boxed in, I might have to cuff 'em

Repeat what I'm saying for me

If I had a glizzy I'd blam on 'em

Damage is not in the plans homie

If you said it once, you should stand on it (Yuh)

This not Ralph Simmons, this the unreleased denim (unreleased)

Pull up with the team and a matted out sprinter

Heard he was a fein popped X for dinner

Caught him in the West like a country singer

I'm not one to do the most

But tell me what's up with your friend though

I'm not the one when your ends low

You not the one that I came for

You not the one, 'cause I stay getting better

I got too stoned, so I call up Rosetta (Ring)

Lost my phone, so I wrote a bitch a letter

I don't want to bone, so I told her she can head it

I was in a whole 'nother world when I met her

Goddamn it's cold, need a Moncler sweater (sweater)

(Yeah)

That's a whole lot better

Trippin' out, fill up my head with vendetta

I trip out, fill up your head with beretta (Boom boom boom boom)

Cam picked me up in that modded out Tesla (Skrt)

I see it clear, my vision is Meta

She wanna do me, I can't even let her