Motorolla lyrics

[Intro: Gabe]
Ay, man, you already know how we rockin' man. Lil' Gabe in this b*tch, man, what's wrong with y'all n*ggas, man? Yo, Zay, I really need you to snap on this sh*t for me...because all these n*ggas...they think they hard, and they not. They really not! They not harder than you. So I'ma need you to snap on these n*ggas, man. 'Cause these n*ggas, is not what they think they is, they over here talkin' that sh*t, stealing yo' beats, stealing yo' lyrics. Yo, hop the f*ck up off of my n*ggas di*k, man. On some real gang sh*t b*tch!

[Verse: Wifisfuneral]
Motorolla trapping, running, ringing off the hip
I done picked the baddest b*tch to suck on my di*k
Woadie acting funny, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
n*gga, came from the dirt, we ain't ever sayin' sh*t
She say she can't call me back
b*tch, don't ever want to hold me back
Swear, I needed subtract and detach
Never need to contact
Now I'm here where you at
With my wireless phone
Had to trap out a vacant and rentin' homes
Got my gat and my mac in the back of trunks
Bet I turn into trunks if they wantin' war
Nothin' more so we creeping on 4 and 4
Screaming, "f*ck what you rep, it's nothing more"

[Interlude: Gabe]
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, n*ggA! THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE, n*ggA! WE COMING RAW UP IN HERE n*ggA! YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS, [?] DAY, n*ggA! ALL Y'ALL n*ggAS PEONS!

[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Motorolla trapping, running, ringing off the hip
I done picked the baddest b*tch to suck on my di*k
Woadie acting funny, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
n*gga, came from the dirt, we ain't ever sayin' sh*t
Motorolla trapping, running, ringing off the hip
I done picked the baddest b*tch to suck on my di*k
Woadie acting funny, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
n*gga, came from the dirt, we ain't ever sayin' sh*t