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Lil Tecca - Motorola Lyrics

[Intro]
Who the fuck is Lil Tecca? Hahaha

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Mr. Take Your Bitch, ayy, keep a lot of grips, ayy (Kaiser on the track)
Better check your girl, because my dick is on her lips, ayy
I don't do a lot of shit, bitch, I just stay up in the crib, ayy
You niggas smoking reggie and your ho, she smoking mid
Keep a couple red beams, 'cause I'm tryna hit a lick
If you talk on social media, you might end with a stitch
I don't fuck with oppositions and I can't fuck with the pigs, ayy
I love you Jada, in a few years I'ma praise her
'Cause she real just like the Lakers, and she chill just like Jamaica
Keep a couple a red TECs, you so dead like dead ends
Bitch, I'm countin' all this money, got a lot of dead friends, nigga

[Verse 2: Kodyier]
Finesse them lips like Kylie Jenner (Kaiser on the track)
Fuck with Kody, he a winner
See my pockets, never thinner
I'm in Cali 'cause I been here
Call me OG, wait, no, call me Kody
I'm not your brodie, these bitches know me
Check my Rollie, rockin' Doly
You can't hold me, flex up on me
Do not "bro" me, not your homie
You can't kick it, you be bitchin', all that snitchin'
Tape 'em up, now say good riddance
[?], yeah, that's big Benji's
On my waist, I'm rockin' Fendi
Perfect Minecraft, ain't no 'bandoned
[?] (Kaiser on the track)
Fuck with [?], yeah, we winnin'
[Outro]
Who the fuck is Lil Tecca? Hahaha