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Ramirez

Lil Motorola

 

Lil Motorola

(album: Son Of Serpentine - 2019)


(Grey, grey, grey, grey...)
MTM

Hold up, wait a fucking second-let me puff up on a spliff
Thunder striking down, watch 'em bleed just as the bullets hit
See me making plays in the cut, Motorola flip
Open up the pit and break a motherfucking jaw, bitch
Twelve gauge shotty, grey decapitate
I'm that motherfucker you don't want to play or hate
I don't lock you with the choppa, bitch, I'll bust yo' grape
Pussyboy, you best be playing, 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
Fuck 12, I ain't posting 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 fuck with us
Pull up with the squad and turn you into dust
You a pussy motherfucker, someone not to trust
Bitch, I'll pull up with a nina, watch a motherfucker bust

(Huh, huh, huh)

Bitch, I'm on the run from all the cops so I just lay low
Trigger finger itching 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
Knocking off yo block set up shop make yo body flop
Inside of the bucket with the chop scoping out the job
Tearing up the club bring the ruckus boy this shit don't stop
Gripping on the Glock, picking locks, watch a pussy drop
In the head, The Walking Dead
Fuck all the feds, feed 'em lead
Paint your ass red, leave me to death
I'll watch you dread, take your last breath
Under my shed is where you rest
One to the chest, I'm not to test
Bitch, take caution, it's the walking corpse straight out the coffin
And we mobbing, loading up the Glock, proceed to robbing
And you dodging, but these bullets coming, ain't no stopping
You flodging punk-ass motherfucker, meet the rocket

done

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