Motorola lyrics

[Intro]
Who the f*ck is Lil Tecca? Hahaha

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Mr. Take Your b*tch, ayy, keep a lot of grips, ayy (Kaiser on the track)
Better check your girl, because my di*k is on her lips, ayy
I don't do a lot of sh*t, b*tch, I just stay up in the crib, ayy
You n*ggas smoking reggie and your ho, she smoking mid
Keep a couple red beams, 'cause I'm tryna hit a lick
If you talk on social media, you might end with a stitch
I don't f*ck with oppositions and I can't f*ck with the pigs, ayy
I love you Jada, in a few years I'ma praise her
'Cause she real just like the Lakers, and she chill just like Jamaica
Keep a couple a red TECs, you so dead like dead ends
b*tch, I'm countin' all this money, got a lot of dead friends, n*gga

[Verse 2: Kodyier]
Finesse them lips like Kylie Jenner (Kaiser on the track)
f*ck with Kody, he a winner
See my pockets, never thinner
I'm in Cali 'cause I been here
Call me OG, wait, no, call me Kody
I'm not your brodie, these b*tches know me
Check my Rollie, rockin' Doly
You can't hold me, flex up on me
Do not "bro" me, not your homie
You can't kick it, you be b*tchin', all that snitchin'
Tape 'em up, now say good riddance
[?], yeah, that's big Benji's
On my waist, I'm rockin' Fendi
Perfect Minecraft, ain't no 'bandoned
[?] (Kaiser on the track)
f*ck with [?], yeah, we winnin'
[Outro]
Who the f*ck is Lil Tecca? Hahaha