Lil Motorola

Grey, grey, grey, grey- (MTM)

Hold up, wait a fucking second, let me puff up on a spliff
Thunder striking down, watch 'em bleed just as the bullets hit
See me makin' plays in the cut, Motorola flip
Open up the pit and break a motherfuckin' jaw, bitch
12-gauge shotty, Grey decapitate
I'm that motherfucker you don't want to play or hate
I don't lock you with the choppa, bitch, I'll bust your grape
Pussyboy, you best be prayin', make sure that you don't make mistakes

Grey-59, let it rain blood, it's a grey flood
Open up my mouth, and you can see the gold slugs
Fuck 12, I ain't postin' bail, let me rot in Hell
I can shake the Earth and be the reason that the ocean swells
Let it be known, you can't fuck with us
Pull up with the squad and turn you into dust
You a pussy motherfucker, someone not to trust
Bitch, I'll pull up with a Nina, watch a motherfucker bust

Huh, huh, huh

Bitch, I'm on the run from all the cops, so I just lay low
Trigger finger itchin' and I do it for the peso
Drop it off and make it quick when I come through and say so
Stinging like a bumblebee and leave you with a halo
Knockin' off your block, set up shop, make your body flop
Inside of the bucket with the chop scopin' out the job
Tearin' up the club, bring the ruckus, boy, this shit don't stop
Grippin' on the Glock, pickin' locks, watch the pieces flop

In the head, The Walking Dead, fuck all the feds
Feed 'em lead, paint your ass red, leave me to death
I'm one to dread, take your last breath, under my shed
Is where you'll rest, one to the chest, I'm not to test
Bitch, take caution, it's the Walking Corpse straight out the coffin
And we mobbin', loadin' up the Glock, proceed to robbin'
And you dodgin', but these bullets coming, ain't no stoppin'
You flaugin' punk-ass motherfucker, meet the rocket



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Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Ivan Ramirez
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