Baby Dior - Syndrome Lyrics

I wanna open shop
Molly rollin my syndrome
You only bring your talk
That shit don't hit though
She wanna have more fun
Damn, think I might do it again
Pill popper baby gone sin
Sin with her friends
She wanna roll in the wind
Sin with her friends
I made em do it again
Sin with her friends
She wanna do it again
I wanna open shop
She wanna roll in the wind
She's sticking out her tongue
Baby its all heaven sent
Ain't in that party, I'll pimp out the parking lot
Clermont my cups, f*ckin twins both them talk a lot
She having fun, I do the most
F*ck my opps bitch keep my enemies close
And a nigga like you big up chest but all boast
When I pull them whips out she say massa you goat
Countdown to three get em ghost
I just got me a yacht load the boats of the coke
Ain't nothing special just business as usual
I told her wide when them curtains low
I f*ck her mind, you in her phone
I run her thoughts meanwhile you typing notes
My bro's be blood still I'm good with them locs
I just me a trip travel coast from a coast
Hit from the side leave a bitch broke
You just call the bitch baby I call the bitch broke
I wanna open shop
Molly rollin my syndrome
You only bring your talk
That shit don't hit though
She wanna have more fun
Damn, think I might do it again
Pill popper baby gone sin
Sin with her friends
She wanna roll in the wind
Sin with her friends
I made em do it again
Sin with her friends
She wanna do it again
I wanna open shop
She wanna roll in the wind
She's sticking out her tongue
Baby its all heaven sent
Dribble my spit, she wanna play with my shit
She get me lit, baby know she get me lit
I kill em with fits, I never ever fit in
My guilty pleasure, but ima kill em again
They got no kind of juice
I've been hydrated, these niggas leech off their mans
I got all kinds of truth
All of them lying, I won't sell myself to fit in
Breaking all kinds of rules
Boolin in Paris, we pouring Champagne on her friend
They been all kinds of fool
Reaching for love, but I won't let them touch me my mans
I wanna open shop
Molly rollin my syndrome
You only bring your talk
That shit don't hit though
She wanna have more fun
Damn, think I might do it again
Pill popper baby gone sin
Sin with her friends
She wanna roll in the wind
Sin with her friends
I made em do it again
Sin with her friends
She wanna do it again
I wanna open shop
She wanna roll in the wind
She's sticking out her tongue
Baby its all heaven sent