Motley Crue

I'ma just talk for an intro

I'on feel like doing adlibs

If you got a dream, chase it

And fuck what they say

(Okay, Koda)

I feel like Motley with my gang, 'cause we gon' rock out

She see me up, ironic, I'm the one she top now

I feel like Molly with my chain, that bitch be swingin' to the floor

Mixin' strands in the blunt, feel like Bill Nye with the dope

Fell in love, but she like Melly, it was murder that she wrote

Got her pissed, she boujee mad every time I tell her "No!"

When I rap, that's foreplay, she get wetter when I flow

She said she a good girl, With me she turned to a hoe

I feel like Motley with my gang, 'cause we gon' rock out

I-I feel like Molly with my chain, that bitch be swingin' to the floor

On my dick this lil' bitch choke

Her new **** mad, don't care he broke

Mixin' strands in the blunt, feel like Bill Nye with the dope

If I get money then I split with my gang and that's fasho (Okay, Koda)

I just fucked this bitch she got a man, we kept in on low

He want beef we shot his head

We ain't shooting at no toe

Thats a whole lotta red like Carti when we blow

We smoked him and his mans

In my blunt need extra weed

Must be Johnny damn, The way they keep on testing me

On my phone she spam

Why this ho keep on texting me?

Cooking 5 star meals now they want my recipe

I feel like Ozzy at the show, I'ma rock out

That's your girl front row, with her top now

I feel like Molly with my chain, that bitch be swingin' to the floor

Mixin' strands in the blunt, feel like Bill Nye with the dope

Fell in love, but she like Melly, it was murder that she wrote

Got her pissed, she boujee mad every time I tell her "No!"

When I rap, that's foreplay, she get wetter when I flow