You niggas ain't havin' no motion
He jokin', uh
I don't think they want bump
I been where I'm goin' for nothin' with me
Jokes up on that bomb, a real-life shooter
These niggas just act as I get in the field
And I pull my own stuff, a thousand of kicks
My grandma told me you trippin' like *
Fell asleep off some head in the deuce of the trip
No rap, got niggas, ain't havin' like this
20K in the deck to my young bitch, count * up
I'm like Boston Rick
You stood on the rip all week, sold a bag and a half
And spent your re-up on the fifth
If I tie my boots, they gon' put up my mask
I'm chasin' you down, better pray you don't slip
White man in the fin, dog clutchin' two twin F&Ns
Bout to punch a * nigga's trip
Pick up for whoever in mind
Me and Plogger together, 120, come on
You the one like the young D. Rose in his prime
All these niggas ain't havin' no motion
I guess I'm just one of a kind
I was just in the yams
I hopped out the C8 and jumped in the land
When I'm in Atlanta, I'm smokin' on wine
They got a feeling on my dog and the camera was in the brain
Pushin' at night, niggas one call away from him, losin' they life
Niggas die for the club, they abusin' the hype
That boy try to slap, but the drink wasn't usin' it right
And I heard it, let's listen to you say
Get off on the gang till your homies be dead
Last man standin' with * on your head
Tappin' your nugget and swissin' your dreads
We ain't leavin' no witness, we might look sweet on the person to end
How the * you feel safe in the trench?
Where they ride, I'm in five percent tenant
31 shots comin' out the extension
It's crazy, these niggas ain't havin' no motion
You see, I'ma go get it as long as they print it
I'ma keep spankin' them, puttin' the belt to their ass
Till they kill me or give me a sentence
I don't think they won't bump
I've been where I'm goin' for nothin' with me and jokes up on that bomb
I'm a real-life shooter, these niggas just act as I get in the field
And I pull my own stuff
A thousand on kicks, my grandma told me you trippin' like *
Fell asleep off some head in the deuce of the trips
No rap cop niggas ain't havin' like this
I quit 20K in a day till my young bitch count * up
I might buy some Rick
You stood on the rip all week, sold a bag and a half
And spent your re-up on the fifth
If I tie my boots, you gon' put on my mask
I'm chasin' you down, bad pray you don't slip
White man in a Fender, clutchin' two twin F&Ns
Bout to punish them, * niggas stripped
I shake it, they flyin', they duckin' for cover
These niggas ain't hit back, that's on my mama
Bad go, get your lick back, step on your breath
On the ground with that chit-chat, niggas ain't nothin'
I keep her in belt to these bitch niggas' ass
They playin' too tough and they know that they bluffin'
Honestly, I know the blood thicker than water, but * that
I'm bout' to step on my cuffs
You made too many wrong moves, you at a dead end
I be toppin' that black, tryin' to make sure his head is bound
I be toppin' that black, tryin' to spank him
These niggas just armed, they don't really be dyin'
I been losin' my cool, they don't want me, stop blankin'
If you beefin' with me and they wake up dead, then you better thank em
I got a young nigga geekin' for murder, you just gotta pay him, it's Benjamin Franklin
I'm back in the kitchen, I'm workin' the blender, whippin' up hard
I add a little, I hit it with, they pay me in cash or they give me their car
He ain't learn his lesson, he think with his dick he gon' die by the broad
Man, get out the streets and go get you a job
You keep gettin' robbed, tryin' to live with facade, don't think they want bump
I been where I'm goin' for nothin' with me, I just slept on that bomb
A real life shooter, these niggas just act as I get in the field and I pull my own stuff
A thousand of kicks, my grandma told me you trippin' like *
Fell asleep off your head in the deuce of the trip
No rap cop niggas ain't havin' like this
A quick 20K in the deck to my young bitch, count * up, I might buy some ricks
We stood on the rip all week, sold a bag and a half and spent your re-up on the fifth
If I tie my boots, they gon' put on my mask, I'm chasin' you down, bad pray you don't slip
White man in a Fendor, clutchin' two twin F&Ns, bout to punch a * nigga's trip
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