Motion Gang (feat. Real Ten)

We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it Pop got a four-knick, exotic pack, he baggin' it Fifteen, got a hundred bricks up in my mattress Eighteen, blew a ten, in the yams a nigga lit Please don't even trip, I don't even really wanna f*ck your bitch Remember puttin' pressure lil dude and then the nigga flipped Switch up on the blick, fifty hoes all in your shit Stand over a f*ck nigga, leave a lil' nigga swiss Laser beam up on my shit, how can a nigga even miss Put a K behind my gang, you ain't do shit but make a diss How you get set up by a ho, thought that nigga was your bro Bro say he wanna stick the plug, I'm like, I already know Might just post up on the block and watch a nigga throw a four Bitch don't ever call me slatt, I have my nigga wipe your nose I be easy, feel attention, bitch I might just up and blow I was a youngin', sellin' whatever you need, right out that grocery store We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it Pop got a four-nick exotic pack, he baggin' it Fifteen, got a hundred bricks up in my mattress Eighteen, blew a ten in the yams a nigga lit Never been a driver, but I'm ridin' in the back Leave ya brains all gushy, guess what choppa? it's a Mac They say I ain't really with it, niggas bluffin', cut the act I think y'all should drop a body way before y'all drop a track Choppa eat his face, 308 Almost died, that's they mistake You catch a opp, don't hit no brakes Glock like god, it chooses fate Get the bread, it's you they hate You ain't green, boy you is bait I done really had a bag and fucked it up and got it back If there's any rumor about me, it's that Ikey bout a sack I ain't run no fuckin' marathon, my crib was in they trap We been winnin' all these summers, I don't know why oppas cap I be posted with the gang, see my niggas tuck your chain We don't rock no Johnny Dangs , we do walk-ups, let it bang We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it Pop got a four-nick, exotic pack, he baggin' it Fifteen, got a hundred brick stuff in my mattress Eighteen, blew a ten in them yams a nigga lit