M.P.W.L.

Molly pills, weed, liquor

I'm about to do what Triple 6 did to me way back in 1994

Corrupt your kids and start it all over, this Mafia shit will never go (Ma-ma-mafia)

Smoke weed, dri-drink liquor, get high as a motherfucker

Fu-fuck bitches, get money and never sleep around fucking sucker

I'm on a cap and a half and I ain't even hardly hit the Crown

Way more focused then I was an hour ago and I still and I still won't lay you down

I'm in the studio, it's 4:34 and I'm going ham on this lody beat

Me and Thug Therapy on a little bit of everything

You better believe we super geeked

I'm high as a plane, drunk as a fish, now all I really need is a trippy chick

One that knows how to party, turn up quick, and bend over and this dick

The name is Lil Wyte, if you thought I was dead you got another motherfucking thing coming ho

I'm up in this bitch, all da way turnt, I'm probaby gonna be da last one out the door

Molly (Turn up)

Pills (Get high)

Weed (Get drunk)

Liquor (Get fucked up)

Molly (Turn up)

Pills (Get high)

Weed (Get drunk)

Liquor (Get fucked up)

Molly (Turn up)

Pills (Get high)

Weed (Get drunk)

Liquor (Get fucked up)

Molly (Turn up)

Pills (Turn up)

Weed (Turn up)

Liquor (Turn up)

Loratabs, percocets, weed

Do you got what the fuck I need?

With my trippy kit and some yellow sticks, pain killers for dinner it's time to eat

It ain't good molly if I got to sleep

It ain't no party if there ain't no freaks

Full of them beans if you know what I mean

It's ace in her face and she on her knees

What the fuck you thought it was?

That ain't kush, that's Cali Bud

It's we about to get high or what

That's OG Wyte Kush, fire it up

Hit it, split it, pop it, drop it

Down a couple roxies then I rock it

Class A narcotics in my pocket

Nigga we about to take off

Blunts to the sky, cups to the right

Ain't no catching me, alright

Mane I'm already gone

Pass that strong, forgot how many mollies I'm on

Wyte got me on some shit, and he call it Molly Lean

And pills all out at 8, that's a quickie stoner momma made

I sip lean and I pop bean, blue cheese with my blue dream

Couple blue eyed girls on the Wyte Ball, what's that? A wet dream

Now everything coming to speed, why is everybody looking at me?

Pop another molly, pop another bottle

About to stand on the table, what the fuck you mean?

Nigga everything I do, got a sip mud, gotta blow strong

Smoke dang near a whole zone, like CVS when I go home

Got loratabs, got percocet, on bars, this how I started off

With a cup of drank, got a blunt of dank, now I'm throwed got a nigga nodding off

Wyte brought the drough with the Therapy, my niggas they brought some more

When will it stop? I don't know, my white bitch she stone blowed

We drugged out on everything, when I'm high my mind just elevate

Nigga pop a pill, won't hesitate, we turnt up like every day

We talking shots, we fucking hoes, we blowing loud, we We popping pills, we getting high, this the life we live just to get by

I'm fly high, no coming down, I be in the clouds, no parachute

We fucked up on them drugs, to the point where a nigga gotta carry you

Let's go