Motorola lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I had some problems with sleepin' 'cause I had to fight with them demons, ayy (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Told my b*tch she gotta love me, she gotta f*ck me like she mean it (Hey, hey, skrt, skrt)
Put my right hand up in public 'cause I got my left on my nina, ayy (Ah)
Came a long way from the robbin' and stealin' and hoppin' in [?] (Skrt, skrt)

[Chorus]
That's the Motorola, we was trappin' in the streets (Yeah)
That's the sound of Rugers, we was clappin' all this heat (Yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, thats what we be callin' lean (Ah)
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me (Yeah)
I came from the Hell-hole
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn’t tell though (Tell though)
'Til I speak about the sh*t that I dwell on (Oh)
Cut a check for rappin', now I'm tryna flip a elbow (Ayy)

[Verse]
Keep that .30 with me, I can't go like that, no, hell no (I can't go like that)
When I pop outside, I got that strap with me, no velcro (Velcro)
Made some bad decisions so I bet you hope I fail, ho (I fail, ho)
It's a lot of sh*t I witnessed, swear to god I never tell though
n*ggas be talkin' that talk, my brodie shoot his face for rent
They might bend your block and send some shots, I pray he never miss (Ah)
Pray they gon' free Solo out the cell 'cause he innocent (Ayy)
Got the footage when my homie died, felt like I witnessed it
That three hundred flip, I'm tryna get a grip
Did a hundred in that Hellcat, I ain't crash the whip
Ayy, twelve behind me, then I'm blastin', I ain't stashin' sh*t
Ayy, all my life boy, I been trapping, stacking chips (Ah, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus]
I had some problems with sleep cause I had to fight with them demons (Skrt, skrt)
Told my b*tch she gotta love me, she gotta f*ck me like she mean it (Hey, hey, skrt, skrt)
Put my right hand up in public 'cause I got my left on my nina, ayy (Ah, skrt, skrt)
Came a long way from the robbin' and stealin' and hoppin' in [?] (Skrt, skrt)

[Chorus]
That's the Motorola, we was trappin' in the streets (Yeah)
That's the sound of Rugers, we was clappin' all this heat (Yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, thats what we be callin' lean (Ah)
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me (Yeah)
I came from the Hell-hole
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn’t tell though
'Til I speak about the sh*t that I dwell on (Ayy)
Cut a check for rappin', now I'm tryna flip a elbow