Lil Motorola lyrics

[Intro]
Grey, grey, grey, grey...
MTM

[Verse 1]
Hold up, wait a f*cking second—let me puff up on a spliff
Thunder striking down, watch 'em bleed just as the bullets hit
See me makin’ plays in the cut, Motorola flip
Open up the pit and break a motherf*ckin' jaw, b*tch
Twelve gauge shotty, Grey decapitate
I'm that motherf*cker you don’t want to play or hate
I don't lock you with the choppa, b*tch, I'll bust your grape
pus*yboy, you best be prayin', make sure that you don't make mistakes
Grey*59, let it rain blood, it's a grey flood
Open up my mouth, and you can see the gold slugs
f*ck 12, I ain't postin' bail, let me rot in Hell
I can shake the Earth and be the reason that the ocean swells
Let it be known, you can’t f*ck with us
Pull up with the squad and turn you into dust
You a pus*y motherf*cker, someone not to trust
b*tch, I’ll pull up with a Nina, watch a motherf*cker bust

[Interlude]
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I'm on the run from all the cops so I just lay low
Trigger finger itchin’ and I do it for the peso
Drop it off and make it quick when I come through and say so
Stinging like a bumblebee and leave you with a halo
Knockin' off your block, set up shop, make your body flop
Inside of the bucket with the chop scopin' out the job
Tearin' up the club, bring the ruckus, boy, this sh*t don’t stop
Grippin' on the Glock, pickin' locks, watch the pieces flop
In the head, The Walking Dead, f*ck all the feds
Feed 'em lead, paint your ass red, leave me to death
I'm one to dread, take your last breath, under my shed
Is where you'll rest, one to the chest, I'm not to test
b*tch, take caution, it's the Walking Corpse straight out the coffin
And we mobbin', loadin' up the Glock, proceed to robbin'
And you dodgin', but these bullets coming, ain't no stoppin'
You flaugin' punk-ass motherf*cker, meet the rocket