No Motion

Woah Yeah Yeah Yeah, told a little hoe to shake some I'm gonna get to the paper Saying these hundred's fake, get your cake up That bitch you say is bad, got a fake butt Yeah, I'm gonna pick up this K Telling girls I'm ugly, boy you gay Talking that shit, I'll spit up in your face Boy you fat as hell and you need to cut the cake Yeah, yeah You carving some shit on your thigh How you been on my dick, I'm surprised Say that you getting motion, but you lying The way that he talking about me, he likes guys He trying to count my racks, that's like 9 He talk on me because a girl he likes is mine We don't compare, you be begging for dimes Boy you don't want no smoke, you get fried Talking that shit, he get sent to the- yeah No you don't want no smoke, can't survive Talking that shit he get sent to the sky Uh, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah! Ice too cold, they think I'm anemic Why would I be mad? I'm grinding while I'm peeing Up in that live, you hating for no reason Know you pussy, boy you don't got no penis Said you wanna fight, I couldn't believe it She gonna listen to my song and repeat it Bullet hit your line, I'm gonna recede it I gave that boy a perc, now he's tweaking Now I hop in that lamb, now I'm speeding Shawty on me gonna twerk, now she geeking Yeah, lil shawty be fiending I'm about to book a show up in Phoenix Bad little hoe and she's dancing on me Suck me up, yeah I know she a freak She wanna come kick it with me Tell that boy he ain't fucking with me Catch him lacking, I'm shooting a three Moving bricks on the mother-fucking east All my brothers, they coming with me With a ten, boy you stuck with a three I love you clique