Loud Motor

Lyrics
Yuh yuh! Neeko you made that mf? ahh nah you made that mf Call me Scroll, get yo ass rolled [Hook] This is a loud motor I smell like a loud odor Lotta green like 4 leaf clovers HotBoy I put the hood on my shoulder I meant that If this some OG it get sent back I just ran thru a whole 10 pack Internet beef Im not in that [Verse 1] Im off the lot you rented Can't get curved ima bend it You can't see in the coupe its tented Nigga play wit this shit he finished Bitch Im the shit and they jealous of it Im like a pack you can mail me nshit Tellin nshit now them boys on ya lid Bitch I got drip I hang out wit the squids Bitch Im too fly I hang out wit the vultures Niggas be riding my culture All of my bitches got super soaker Nigga that lil shit slow move over Get some money my mood when I wake up She wanna fuck member she used to play up Gotta know you can step out wit no makeup Feel like Lebron all these got damn haters Talmbout trappin thats old Book to a blind man I get it sold That money grew on me like mold These niggas cancer Im playin em close You a slime, you reap what you sow Ima hot ion never get cold I got hoes like I work at North Pole 16 oz Go blow for blow Exotic the strand ya nose know Just take a whiff of this here Ima get so much money this year Straight up and down like a pair of veneers We was broke I had hope not tears I ain't have shit I had heart not fears Boy you can blow if you open yo ears Wanna go hard gotta switch yo gears Glock on my hip thats a g string He want some smoke it ain't nun but a g thang Im in New York gettin paper wit T Pain Water diamonds I ain't takin the cheap lane Im on the money attached like a tick Poppin like acne zit bitch Yeen experienced in hittin no lick I had my first B&E as a jit [Hook] This is a loud motor I smell like a loud odor Lotta green like 4 leaf clovers HotBoy I put the hood on my shoulder I meant that If this some OG it get sent back I just ran thru a whole 10 pack Internet beef Im not in that [Verse 2] Talmbout drip I been had Im ballin out ima gym rat Flexin I dont gotta six pack He praying that he get his bitch back Ion chase hoes I bank at the chase My label dont know I was catching a play At the office boy I get this shit on the face We wrap it up send this shit on its way I can say I got crack wordplay It look like you had a wack birthday Get him a strand by Earth Day Scat Pack this ain't no damn Merce Dese niggas hate I pop shit in they face I know my lawyer gone eat up the case! You a lant licker you eat up the cake She wanna fuck ima beat up her face He in the way better stay in his place Slatt 380 ain't leaving no trace Falling off ain't a option bro I roll this shit in a optimo We got the drop on yo ass from a hoe Nigga a block on my neck Im froze You tryna cockblock she chose I already know how the damn game go Yea... keep it G keep it player Ima dip when I nut won't sedate her Dropped the tape bought a scat later She want a shot of the Scroll no chaser Hope you know I got shots for a taker Glock 26 same size as a taser I got bread like a got damn baker I be ballin like da All time Lakers
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Credits
- Writers
- Shawn Scrilla