Wgww - Bad Influence (feat. The Holographic Children, Medium Franc, Kimo $lice & Xani Devito) Lyrics

How much you wanna spend
For the gram
I gotta gang of molly
And I tell her tell a friend
She do it for the gram
She do it for the gram
How much you wanna spend
For the gram
I gotta gang of molly
And I tell her tell a friend
She do it for the gram
She do it for the gram

Tellin' on herself tell me where they do that at
She think that she got influence
Soon as we cross paths I know that it's easy cash
'Cuz I recognize her from her boomerangs
I'll call her back when dinner calls
IKEA how I'm into draws
Deep sea when I'm in her jaws
Wheres JA when I pass her off (swish)
That's an assist bitch
And you should send a thank you note to my assistant
And I got two bad bitches ki-kissing in the wraith
But I'm sittin' in the front simply cuz I need my space
I am not impressed you can see on my face
I am not dressed this just the way I wake
I might double tap some pics that you shot
So we could keep it crackin' shawty slide in my inbox

Got these knocks screaming in my window
You got that indo
That blow tho
The pills bro
Bitch, I done sold it all
So cold accept the call
Stay working from winter to fall
Stack it up
Knock it over
Watch it fall
Got her sprung, yeah, I know she gonna call
She brought some molly, yeah, I hope she brings her friends
Roll another blunt take a ride in the Benz
She shout out
Yeah, I do it for the gram
A bad influence, yeah, she hide me from her fam
Now she catchin feelings, yeah, she in a f*ckin' jam
But I don't give a shit, yeah, I'm not yo' man

I could switch up different flavors and different flows
The drip stay intact rain or snow
She do it for the clout and y'all know
We do it for the drought, it ain't a doubt
I let my kids up in her mouth
I knew she down
Numbers runnin' south so simmer down (she need some milk)
And she can tell I'm solid by the way that I rap
And I'ma keep it honest you ain't lied about that
But all them fake clout pics can't fake you a bag
She got juiced off of first down
Now her head's so big she could by her own pearls
She could get a minute of fame
And I'm an inch in the game
We see it different through frames
Me and my boys clown
You chasin' Instagram fame
And my OG's tell me focus in on your lane
Ain't worried 'bout a bitch that's only checking my cake
That's real talk

She keep me posted on the gram
She keep me in mind
Keep me in her DM's
She said you gotta do it for the fans
Do it for the fans
So I killed them with the pen
Copped on beats
Run receipts
Pushin' this bitch like a broke-down lease
People want smoke but my mind at ease
I turn new leaves, let it roll like sleeves
Chase my spirit cause I know it's a long shot
My get brain 'cause I'm scrollin' through bad thots
Fallin' out of reach like you searchin' for your keys
Makin' new money like I'm printing out bold G's

How much you wanna spend
For the gram
I gotta gang of molly
And I tell her tell a friend
She do it for the gram
She do it for the gram
How much you wanna spend
For the gram
I gotta gang of molly
And I tell her tell a friend
She do it for the gram
She do it for the gram