Motorola (feat. LiL Lotus) - Smrtdeath

30 on my hip, it's a 30 on my hip Ridin' around Oakland, tryna cop a zip Squeeze on your whip Bounced out, with the ladder on the shit 28, with a ladder on the hip Tryna keep it player, see you bitches later Free all my niggas that's locked in the pen' If you let 'em out, won't get locked up again Feelin' like First Fridays Bring the cars out on the highway And we can profile Switchin' four lanes, turn the music up loud If you really on the hype Come through, we can go out tonight We can ride through the streets I gotta keep a gun on the seat Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Yeah, my name Lil B I gotta have tints when I'm ridin' through the east And my girl Filipino She dancin' at a bar in Reno I gotta keep it lit Up in the club with a chop' on the hip If they don't let us in Shoot this bitch up and won't come back again We be feelin' so hostile Up in the club with the 30 round I'm feelin' like a rockstar Do a high speed past the cop car I do this for my young niggas 'Cause everybody know that I fuck with ya I gotta keep it lit Up in the club with a chop' on the hip Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? We can ride through the west See the high rise, fuck with the best You need to tap in Ten stolen cars, I was maney back then Worked at Nike 'cause I'm all about a check Pick up my partner, all we do is flex This what it do Hit the sideshow, do the woopty-woo You can save all the chit chat And no, I don't smoke on them Zig Zags I just smoke blunts See me in the club with a choppa in the front Might go and hit the ho, stroke Hit the club and get a couple more That's what it do In VIP with a ladder in the room Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up? Hold up, hold up, what's the hold up?

Too many times that I've been here There's nothing for me here It's time for a change now So if I pack my bags and never look back Would you come with me or would you stay now I remember nights like these, sound of rain on the window Felt so real, now you're playing pretend though Let me in, I can tell what you've been through Wish I could help you It's not that simple Night time, the street lights danced around you When I found you It was the right time how I end up right beside you You tell me to slide through I see right through you I know how you feel You tried to fake me but I know it's real It seem like you hate me But I know the deal You got a new man You know how that feels to me Thought I saw you downtown today I would've stopped but you were walking away I would've spoke if I had something to say I could've found you but I chose to evade you I'm so ashamed How I left you betrayed I could've changed I know made you afraid I was so focused it got in the way Baby, you were so gorgeous The way that you sway in the club Got me in love All white dress like you came from above You said I'm the one Am I the one for you? Whatchu need I'll get anything done for you You were in a white dress Got me feeling so alive I can't even fight this Got your picture on my nightstand Telling me its alright but I don't want it like this And maybe I'll forget it all in time Or maybe it's about to make me die Remember when you looked me in my eyes Called me baby (?) every night Night time, the street lights danced around you When I found you It was the right time how I end up right beside you You tell me to slide through

Bro got the 9, I got the 4 tucked (4 tucked) Niggas wanna keep talkin', they gotta show us (gotta show us) Pull up in a Rolls same color as pour-up (woah) Told her bend right over, do the toe-touch (lean) Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (skrrt) I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus (vroom) I see my opps again, I gotta load up I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (skrrt) Oh no, no, no, not you again Baby girl, yeah, you a ten On the real, yeah, you a ten But you cannot pay your rent Got her rubbin' on my skin Sing to her like Boyz II Men Tired of her, give her to my friend Then I proceed to her twin (okay) This a UZI, not a MAC, I got no pin I bet you couldn't tell the difference and that girl a gem (a gem) Gucci pants come out the Gucci store, come with a hem (hem) My pants, they so tight, don't know if they for her or him (him) Niggas want my style, I got some swag that you can lend (lend) Balenciaga with the Prada, still rock Phillip Lim (uh) Louis bandana tied around my chin (damn) Gosha socks, them bitches pulled up all the way to my shin (damn) Yes, I'm off a 30, psych, nah, I just took three 10s We rock spinners, we rock spinners on my rims (uh) You sucker niggas do anything cause y'all wanna win (uh) Oh, no, no, I won't fold, I won't bend Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (skrrt) I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus (vroom) I see my opps again, I gotta load up I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (skrrt) Oh no, no, no, not you again Baby girl, yeah, you a ten On the real, yeah, you a ten But you cannot pay your rent Got her rubbin' on my skin Sing to her like Boyz II Men Tired of her, give her to my friend Then I proceed to her twin (Lil Uzi) No, I don't drink lean, but pour that four up (four up) I get so high that I might throw up (ayy, ayy) They keep judging me, but I'm like so what? (What, so?) Yeah, let's get geeked, girl, let's load up (ayy) I bet these niggas never thought I'd blow up (ayy) Yeah, so much check but I get more bucks (woah) That nigga mad because his bitch still chose us (chose us) I got her tweakin' on the six, she goin' nuts (go dumb, go dumb, do gumb) Yeah, she goin' nuts (go dumb, go dumb, go dumb, go dumb, go dumb) She said, "How the diamonds on your neck so polar?" (Ooh, ooh) Baby, my ice on my neck can't get no colder (burr) And I'm from outer space, top of my Wraith so solar (burr) Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (what?) I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus I see my opps again, I gotta load up (fire) I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (skrrt) Oh no, no, no, not you again Baby girl, yeah, you a ten On the real, yeah, you a ten But you cannot pay your rent (no, no) Got her rubbin' on my skin Sing to her like Boyz II Men (yeah, yeah) Tired of her, give her to my friend Then I proceed to her twin