Spicy

[Intro]
Lil motaraps made it off the internet

[Chorus]
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m way too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

[Verse One: Angelo Mota]
She gon’ let me fuck till her boyfriend call
That is not my fault, I ain’t know that at all
Plus I don’t give a fuck ‘less its one of my dogs
They don’t know no laws, better play your part
Hit the mark
Thought we had a spark, I’m breaking hearts
Married to the art
Get up out the paint ‘fore I start
Enti to the face and now I’m parched
Look ma’ I’m on TV
They had me shook on Complex, them bright lights on me
I guess it ain’t my thing, do better when I break blue cheddar
Who better than my team? We got receipts
Got what you need, gotta stay low-key
Ain’t shit for free, taxes and fees
And I’m with Tajee
Young bachelors, no degrees
Better flee the scene, ice in my veins

[Chorus]
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m way too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

[Verse Two: Isaiah Tajee]
Folk don’t like me, super spicy
She a Pisces, that pussy like me
She reminisce about my dick like remind me
I thought your nigga told you not to invite me
Girl you different, glad you didn’t listen
Ice where my heart was, back up on my pimpin’
Money in the tuck, reinforce the tunnel vision
Give that box up, got it throbbing from the tension
With the bruhs, getting reckless
What you love? I’m the plug, get connected
If these y’all broads, why they all in my section?
‘Imma disrespect shit, y’all should just accept it
She gon’ let me fuck in the bathroom stall
Keep the water running, heard your best friend just call
Yelling “here I come” but you bent all the way down
Girl I ain’t tryna hear shit and you bet’ not turn round

[Chorus]
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
They nothing like me, I’m way too icy
They talking spicy, too feisty
Yeah

[Name Fucked Up]

[Intro]
They, they got
They got my name
They got my name fucked
Yeah
They got, hey
They got my name

[Verse: Angelo Mota]
They got my name fucked up
I don’t know how many times ‘imma say it
Lived in the past, I don’t need to replay it
Leaving my body, need seance to see it
Her pussy ‘fye so I think I might bae it
Play like I don’t but I’m jellin’, I need it
This shit a movie, a moving mosaic
Bitch I progressed to a new state of being
That’s something you could do if you wasn’t playin’
Question existence off shit that I’m reading
Bust down the O, oh my God I’m in space
Quick got the liquor, I tell him I’m faded
I done been jaded before I did Jaded
I felt my impatience and tried to negate it
With pitchers and packs and a pic of abuela
I picture her voice like “I’m proud of you baby”
I can not lie to ya, boy ‘imma body ya, twenty inside of ya
I got invited to illuminati yeah, I put the fight in ya
I bet you mad when old lady say bye to ya
She couldn’t wait to get back from the lobby
I caught a body, ain’t telling nobody
She popped a molly and came up with ideas
Room 32 getting loose in the Adidas, woo
Arch in her back, I ain’t playin’ with shorty
Arch in her back, think I’m stayin’ with shorty
Hit that shit like she was paying me for it
Work on my cardio, pop me a green, get my one up like Mario
I hit the scene when I’m ready to dish it
It’s bait in the trap but I’m tired of fishing, I’m tired of

[Outro]
They got my
They got my name fucked up
They got, they got my
They got my name, yeah
They got, they got my name fucked up
Yeah