Chief Keef, Young Scooter, Zaytoven - Stop Taking Molly lyrics

Zaytoven and we jugging on the Zaystreet

100 racks on me, 100 racks on me on the daily
Me and Zaytoven we drop an album
Streets crazy cooked a whole M out a 200
000 dollar Mercedes pussy nigga trap slow
You know the boy too lazy
I stopped taking molly it had me tripping
It had me blowing money fast
Knocked me off my pivot
Everyday I go back to hood
Not just Thanksgiving (no cap)
I got trap spots in every zone
I’m handling business

I put trap spots in every zone
Yeah 1 through 6
Nigga don’t you swing my door
For less than a brick
I got more power in the street than 50 Cent
(50) if I was on molly still
I’d probably be broke as shit (no cap)
100 racks on me right now
Quarter million in ice right now
I can up the price right now
I’m the reason the price went down
I’m the reason your trap slowed down
Never give up, 10 toes down
Never fold up, always stay down
In the mountain pounds 10 rows down
Back to the city, cop a rock a pound
You niggas got bad luck
Like the Cleveland Browns
Roadrunner Scooter
Everywhere I go I shut it down
If you ain’t talking bout no money
Why the fuck you ‘round? (Street)

100 racks on me, 100 racks on me on the daily
Me and Zaytoven we drop an album
Streets crazy cooked a whole M out a 200
000 dollar Mercedes pussy nigga trap slow
You know the boy too lazy
I stopped taking molly it had me tripping
It had me blowing money fast
Knocked me off my pivot
Everyday I go back to hood
Not just Thanksgiving (no cap)
I got trap spots in every zone
I’m handling business

I stopped taking xannys, I was too high
Live your life, don't up boy 'cause you die
All I see is, that bitch u-gly
Say that I that bitch, boy no you lie
The hating shit be spreading
Just like brummers
Bitch, I'm in the castle, Harold, Kumar
I'm in Lamborghini getting a tumour
The Hellcat catch a fish and make it tuna
Pulled a pocket rocket out my pocket
Bitches like to swat, I cock it, pop it
And I keep the darts from Walmart, Targets
Drill 'em then I take off in a rocket

100 racks on me, 100 racks on me on the daily
Me and Zaytoven we drop an album
Streets crazy cooked a whole M out a 200
000 dollar Mercedes pussy nigga trap slow
You know the boy too lazy
I stopped taking molly it had me tripping
It had me blowing money fast
Knocked me off my pivot
Everyday I go back to hood
Not just Thanksgiving (no cap)
I got trap spots in every zone
I’m handling business