MOTOR OIL

Caught him lacking at the Chinese spot, we finna cook dawg

Hit him with a subway clip, that bitch a footlong

Try to kick it like it's Tekken now his foot gone

Unk just broke down the whole slab, he had a cook off

That iron on me, sipping Arnie Palmer's, I don't play golf

The plug in, I'm speaking to my migos for they takeoff

Hit him with an ARP, I knock his face off

Spin the block, we ain't finna stop unless the brakes off

Atlanta bitch off them footballs, she givin' Georgia dome

Serve his ass a QP, that shit was four years old

Aunteezy said she hit the farm, she got some morton grove

If I was Kevin, would've popped a yerk if I was home alone

Bought a quarter pound, that bitch couldn't get a quarter gone

I just hit a fake pint with some motor oil

Unk said he got them beans in, it's not a can of Goyas

Party and bullshit, just like the old notorious

If I was Kevin, would've used a blick if I was home alone

Mossberg, leave him full of holes like a bowling ball

Stupid-ass boy, oh, he think he a know-it-all

I get on the motherfuckin' beat and get to showin' off

I'm tryna hop in a new whip like where the roof went

I'm tryna fall out in some new pussy that's so exclusive

Keep a couple extra clips for anybody you cool with

I'll be droppin' all year, stay ready for all the new shit

Let me call my bloody like the one I get higher with

We only smokin' za now, like where did you find this shit

I got a backwood rolled up, but where is my lighter at

I might have to use a lil' pussy to find a rat

I dropped a Xanax bar in my car, where you hidin' at

Bro got real ketamine, I ain't tryin' that

Expensive ass bitch, BBL a designer ass

They ain't fuckin' with me no more, and I'm fine with that