Motor Yola

Hey, Spock, you slid on this ho Yuh, smokin' two Js in the Toyota Next verse comin' through the Motorola, dig me? Pulled over now, just to fill the quota Tappin' on my fender, dogs searchin' for aromas (look) When I was young, all I wanted was some romaine Fuck a bad bitch, shh, no names We was rollin' deep, twenty whips, smokin' propane Blowin' by them ratchets 'cause they rotate Yuh, I get to flexin', all my wheels lookin' like one piece Ya bitch on OnlyFans sellin' that lunch meat My pen game tougher than bear teeth This shit bump harder than the line at your house key Look, girlie in the front seat, I don't fly out My kids dancin' in the walls like the Hype House I'ma say the funny shit you scared to type out If it got your eyes wide, then I call it high-brow This the shit we was bumpin', ah, ah Get wild, get to jumpin', jumpin' This the shit we was bumpin', ah, ah Get wild, get to jumpin', jumpin', ah