MOTION

Niggas feel like Playboi Carti, how I'm sippin' all this red Lil bitch keep on talkin' shit, but give a f*ck bout what she said These niggas lame, they don't got motion, I'm just out here countin' bread And I'm not talkin' bout no pencil when I'm carryin' all this lead I ball too hard with a wack-ass jumper, I'm startin' to feel like Lonzo I sold this nigga some gas, he need to cash app me like Pronto I hop on a jet, but stay in the pocket, I'm startin' to feel like Flacco Niggas be askin' how I get the cheese, and I'm tellin' them niggas it's nachos And we finna pull up deep, me and my niggas in a Tahoe And I don't even need no pen, and I'm just startin' to feel like Yavo And that ain't even my lil' bitch, so why you tryna say that's my hoe It's twenty-five, just for an eighth, I'm finna cop because the cost low I ball on the court while you sit on the bench, all of this all of this hate it be makin' me sick It's too many hoes, I don't know who to pick, I'm sippin' on Henny, I'm lit She said that I'm mean, she call me a dick, I'm rockin' designer, just look at the fit Wait, I'm finna go take me a flick, sendin' them shots, leave your head with a dent I be punchin' in, hit you with a jab, like I'm Mike Tyson I can't be arguin' with niggas, I don't like fightin You niggas keep on talkin' on the net, but I don't like typin And my niggas on the highway, and we racin', then we sideswipin I just popped a Eddie, now I'm hittin' dabs, and I'm skydivin Lazy bitch, gon' get in missionary, she don't like ridin I'm not doin' what he says, cause I don't really even like Simon Pussy look like bubblegum, I'm finna call her shit Trident Bad bitch, gon' cool it with my niggas, damn this bitch vibin We ain't never gon' be public, if we f*ck, we keep it in private Got a scatty, now I'm testin' out the whip, look how this bitch slidin Talkin' crazy, then I saw your ass in public, you a bitch hidin I'm go to the top and I'm always gon' win, I'm spittin' these bars and I don't need a pen I'm prayin' to God, committin' these sins, I feel like Lil Uzi, I don't need no friends Pockets is fat while your pockets is thin, gettin the drip, finna go to the bins Peepin' the fake, gotta see through the lens, I be that nigga who's startin' them trends You finna pull up in a SRT while I'm finna go slide in the Benz Wait, lil' bitch can't even come to the room if she anything less than a 10 All of my niggas, they really be demons, they finna go look at your ass with a grin I just be hoppin' on beats and I'm snappin', I feel like Lil Tecca, I did it again Bitch, yeah, you know the vibes, nigga