Sha Hef - Motorolla Music lyrics

[Intro] Yo let's make this quick man I got some money in front the building waiting for me man I can't be having this n***a waiting I gotta get these chips man Extortion man, you heard Hunnit Round Hef True [Verse] I lit the blunt with a match and then I ashed it The sh** was ma**ive, blew it and never pa**ed it Hopped in the whip with the ratchet, it was cla**ic Buried the body with Maverick, then I crashed it You could get stretched like elastic or gymnastics ba*tards, choppers make you do back flips into caskets That's street tactics, pump in my hood, pay your taxes Take the bread from your mattress, and ya a** kicked Baby girl jump out the shower, take a bump of powder She s**ed me dry for 'bout an hour as I smoke the sour I'm chasing money and the power, drowsy off them downers A Audi, same color as chowder, outtie on you cowards Back on the block, ash all on my elbows D-circle the block, stash the work in my shell toes The strap on me like velcro, you ain't know Cocaine flow, hit the booth, spit that propane flow I bought a line of Kurt c**aines blow off amazon You only keep your hammer on when the cameras on They don't respect you in the hood, you like a Hammer song I ain't gotta clap, my shooters always keep them hammers on Control the game like a an*log, I hand 'em off Drugs, I supply 'em in varieties like a catalog I run New York like Giuliani, keep the tooly on me I'm a captain in the mob, you just a Mooliani who*es from Aruba, touching keys like computers I fly my shooters to Bermuda just to ride the scooters Left jab like Juda, disturb the peace like Luda Roll the Buddha, then I stashed it right back in her 'Cuda It's Lo Frazier, cool, cold as a glacier Erase ya, long range, shoot like a Pacer My drink resemble the Lakers for the paper I earthquake ya face, then blow the vapor [Hook] Drive slow, I got a body in the trunk Sawed off, riding shotty in the front, listening to dump Sipped out, rolling gotti's with the blunts My young boys kamikaze if you front, let a n***a stunt I pull the mask low, clap slower then gra** grow Them slugs hot as Tabasco, you a**hole It's Hunnit Round Hef, drive a n***a to the cliff and throw him to his d**h Next his b**h throw me neck