MOTOROLA

Woah, Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye, Aye
I thought she was for me, but now we got beef
So now we not talking now
I walk out the spot
'Cause if we not talking 'bout money then
What is we talking about
If we all realize that nigga ain't on shit
Then why are we talking about him?
If he claims that they pulled up with them sticks
Then why ain't they walk 'em down?
Ha, ha, ha, all that shit you was talking
Now look who talking now
Blah, blah, blah all that come out your mouth
Whenever you talking now (for real)
Brand new Lambo truck, Look at the stainless color
All those doors suicide like Ian said
"The doors must hate each other"
Aye, twelfth grade playing the beats on my phone
I feel like I played enough
Aye, keep me a Motorola flip phone whenever I page your lover
Yeah

(We gon' catch that hoe outside)
(And we gon' murder that hoe, do you hear me?)
(Do you hear me?)
(Do you fucking hear me?)

Huh, If you don't fuck with the gang then just say that
Two-tone Audemars Piguet match the Maybach
No navigation I'm finding my way back
She tryna play hard to get I don't play that
She swore she was done all a sudden she came back
Too much shit going on I don't need no payback
Got my payback when she said "lay back"
Kriss Vector pushing a nigga like "stay back"
Finna go off Super Saiyan boy I ain't playing
Choppa spraying like motherfucking Ajax
Carry chopsticks like an Asian boy I ain't playing
We've be waiting to knock off his wave cap
Porsche 911 be racing that shit amazing
12 be tryna keep up and they hate that
The Porsche 911 be flaming the intercooler keep it cool like a
Freezer no Maytag
The diamonds so sick I might need me a facemask
Watching my money then look at the pay gap
Watch how you talking 'cause all them boys stay strapped
Shooting and missing like "what did you aim at?"
Chauffeur parking the whip where the plane at
He said that I'm hurt nigga where is the pain at?
Hop on a stage and I turn to a hooligan
G-19 and it came with a cooling kit
Niggas be capping and lying you full of it
See through the bullshit, there is no fooling him
I see through the bullshit, there is no fooling me
Empty a full clip, this shit not new to me
Hear that DaHomie prod tag and you know it's me
Say they be active but they wasn't showing me
ARP gon' sing like its uh-
ARP gon' sing like its Jodeci
Feel like the Lakers you niggas is 0 and 3
Feel like the Thunder my niggas is 3 and 0
Walk in the spot nigga think I'm the CEO
White bitch flew in from Beverly Hills now we running a train
On that bitch like an Oreo
He said we fucking with him when he know we don't
The 808s so damn loud that it's clipping the audio
All of y'all shit be weak
I been on a run for weeks I call that shit cardio
Chrome Heart leather seats
Installed in an all black Jeep so you know that she gotta go
Yeah

Starstruck, for real
Yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)



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