Motorola

[Pre-Chorus]
I had some problems with sleepin' 'cause I had to fight with them demons, ayy (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta fuck 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 shit 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 shit I witnessed, swear to god I never tell though
Niggas 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' shit
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 bitch she gotta love me, she gotta fuck 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 shit that I dwell on (Ayy)
Cut a check for rappin', now I'm tryna flip a elbow