R.I.P. MALCOLM ft. COLEY MOLEY Lyrics

Can I start with

Mertz Mertz Mertz

I'm A make this hurt

Two gorillas one zebra

Told a bitch I don't need yea

Running on the track

With my left hand

When it comes to war I'm your best man

Call me the reverend or end up a dead man

Preaching in this bitch like Malcolm

R.I.P Malcolm lighter like I'm Fulcrum

Chimney like I'm Whitney

No you can't diss me

I been through it

Dead cat in my arms yea you

Malcolm my best soldier

Tears in my eye saw him fold over

Now I know it's over

But I'm not a stoner

I'm a cold hearted chef

In the kitchen call me Steph

I don't hoop but I fuck

Don't matter don't need luck

Religious man at a potluck

Bottom baby

Bottom baby

Chicago baby

Fuck you lately

Hoe

Yeah yeah

You want to slide let's slide

You want to ride let's ride

Mertz mertz mertz

R.I.P Harry

Bitch I'm a Boston dog

Cause bitch is from Boston dog

You ever seen the Boston fog

Knees on a church pew

Dreaming like it's Florence Pugh

Its like I'm trying to get Hugh

Knees on a church pew

Preme on me

She mommy

Fold her origami

My money already on me

The way I speak I'm Mitt Romney

Lit Thursday fade on me

Tuesday it's two pants

My money it's my bands

Pop pills not Vyvanse

Backpack smells like weed

Fast goofy got it on me

I'm mad moody

Talk to my dogs they'll say he's mad fruity