Motorola (Freestyle) Lyrics

I live my life with balance

Ask me and I don't know what happened

Ask him and he'll get to the rattin

Ask me and I think we subtract him

He never a hunnid on nun

Up to me if I think that we done

What's the score? Like a hunnid to one

No questions you know where I'm from

That VA better

He press and get holes in his sweater

They thought I was lying, I left em

I'm big in my bag like Jettas

Cooking em crazy

Get to pass it a lot like I'm Brady

Up the score on them boys, Nick Saban

You ain't loving me, know that you hating

Yeah

See stick and we scream Motorola

I heard he got price on his head

I guess we'll find out when it's over

No boat but it's cold, Minnesota

I heard she like perc in her soda

Whipping up in the morning like Folgers

How many got sticks?

Like four of em

That's a lot of you marking with tallies

Got sixty put four in the belly

I'm trynna get hot like Cali

I don't like getting mad on tellys

I don't like getting hot off small stuff

Why you call me with all of that nonsense?

They call me up making assumptions

Boy you better make a deposit