motorola*

Hello moto Call my phone like Motorola She like come on over She like puffing hella weed She ain't never sober Got lil shawty on her knees Then I fold her over She know JAH got what she need Her legs on my shoulder Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah She loving the melody Talking yo shit but I know that you feeling me Ain't no one ahead of me Cooking em' up cause ya boy got the recipe Cooking em' up like it's gumbo Rap on the beat like it's cutthroat Moving I'm scoring the touchdown Doing this shit like right to the endzone Yeah Puffing that gas call it endo Blowing shit yeah, right out the window Ain't taking no loss yeah, I only take wins hoe Chill with my brothers, chill with my guys yeah Chill with my kinfolk I've been working hella hard Just to get to where I'm at If you ain't here from the start Then just stay just where you at I've been working through my flaws And the shit that I done lacked I done view myself a star and There ain't no going back Shit is a passion Proving that shit with my actions Step out the crib and I'm killing this shit And I'm doing it just with my fashion like Go I ain't have much to say She just hit my fucking phone She like I'm imma block away After this I'm fucking gone She know I could never stay I know that I'm fucking wrong I'm like bae don't feel a way I'm like bae don't feel a way Yeah whadafuq whadafuq whadafuq