Fuck'em Motorolas
• Written by Chef_Beauardee
Chef_Beauardee's Notes
I say BoBo in the song but i recorded this before i changed my name to Adieu Beau
Fuck a Motorola i be trapping off an Iphone
gotta get in the zone cop some drop Styrofoam
Just got a nut on with your bitch in a lambo
She screaming out C-B you heard her now i gotta go
Fuck the location service im about to catch flight
tryin to get so high no satellite can reach my vibe
High as fuck style up im rocking Rich Paradise
so many fakes they start becoming parasites
all in the game make room for a white tike
not so much white more mex like brown rice
call up your plug ask when the new shit arrive
my name coming up when mentioned A1 white
im a lavish guy that everyone try to fight
i dont pay for prepaid i aint about that broke life
yea i use an iphone i dont want to hear your trifle
cant track me now CIA dont dare to
My P.O. don't check on me he so boo boo
relapse again there aint none of this new new
girls coming up to me asking like what it do
then i play their life like an 01 gamecube
triple dots blue message you are so confused
Fuck a M logo only Apple what i choose
i dont wanna hear it no i don't no i don't
Fuck a Motorola i be trapping off an iphone (x2)
i tend to make it rain so i decide for snow
Pull up with some bands ill blow it all on blue snow
religious boy angel dust is all i know
life like this selling bricks was unplanned
she want me so bad i just give her the hand
cold shoulder she just loves me cuz i stackin up some bands
ice around my neck made her wet so i swam
pussy whipped im baffled, doggy paddle
kick her out the house when she start to tease
i need to get lit pour myself activist lean
pull up to the club they dont even need to check me
not a pat down or an ID i am 18
look at me X's song all i do is party
hough heftier playboy but I am not carti
Roll like a boss and I feel like John Gotti
c'mon now yall cant stop me
coleslaw mixed greens shit had me seeing things
a few bad fee's want to love of me thats lovely
tons of money in my phone i pay up electronically
money machine wrap bands around it carefully
touch screen , Motorola's thick as a brick
i dont even run i order ubers after licks
they see the iphone in my hand no questions asked
give'em a 5 starts rate then i finna diner dash
thumb print credit card instead of flapjacks
tried to jug me once or twice i dont even carry cash
spend it all on my plug so i smoke loud gas
green stuff blue dream scrape the bowl for sticky hash
do this shit my passion i dont even have fans
R.I.P Levi ill never pop xans
private school i was a clown but i never had a mask
to get strait A's in class that was my only task
i liked the rapping life so i went on a rapping rant
tell me i cant do something imma put a bet on that
rhinestones everywhere flexing but you're super wack
knew the shit was fake your diamonds sure dont flash back
cant lie about it imma put you in a trap
laced shit its cool but its looking like a snack
hallucinations all inside my mind i better blast
iphones are just better thats a mother fucking known fact
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Member since February 18 2017