Motorolling
Would you pack Backs, if a Backwood pack would could?
Would you?
Burn O's in the lot like fruit loops
Chopped top just like Count Dooku
Like who knew my silencer woulda' go
Pin point accurate like voodoo
I don't do it cause I gotta' but I choose to
Never choose fools gold over real cause
But I still got riches for my tombstone
Gotta' grind to a T like oolong
Got my mind feeling free with that too strong
I don't fuck with them
They too fake
Switching up on me
They're like Two-Face
Yeah I been up since like Tuesday
Riding round the city like Bruce Wayne
Fuck breaks swerve through lanes
I been burning gas all day
Imma' smoke a whole bouquet
I don't fuck with nona' these no names
Hoe riding shotgun she's so flames
Yeah she got brains good both ways
These wastemans would rather not address shit
That bitch talk was all theoretic
Don't fuck with the bitches that stay off balance
Sipping on fanta straight from the chalice
They want the heater so I brought the hammer
Speaking through my semi-automatic
Can't tell my moves cuz' I'm so erratic
Phone blowing up yeah it's always spazzing
I'm from the east of the city
Backwood packs for like 10.50
Grinding up all of that sticky
Moving that weight like I'm on Jenny
I don't ride waves, I don't drink henny
Load up that freight, making my fetti
Cop my boogie bitch some Givenchy
Style on Remy Buxaplenty
Diamonds drip like the Ganges
No you won't be getting a penny
You said you so independent
Don't let me see you up in my mentions
You must be outta' your senses
You gon' make me end up with a sentence
That's just me and my tendencies
That's 21st century inventions
My face looking like a typhoon
My bitch dripping like the monsoon
She bad and she the fucking type too
Your fate saying you gon' die soon
Can't catch a break if you'd like to
Catch the uppercut like Ryu
Mans keep thinking they hardcore
Til' I pull out the stick and they parkour
Don't tell me I'm outta' my mind
It's really not that hard to find
I told you the world is on fire
So somebody send me a light
Don't be taking up all of my lines
Don't be taking up all of my time
I told you the trap is on fire
Don't be taking away from my shine
Turn that shit talker to spaghetti
I pop off they not ready
Got 'em locked off on the exits
I'm going full Dennis the menace
My conscience weigh way too heavy
My pockets weigh way too heavy
OG said "yo come and get me"
I was posted up at the entrance
I'm buzzing from way too many calls
My flip phone banging off the walls
Shit shot me right up to the stars
Got me feeling like the fucking avatar
I'm chopping just like a tomahawk
Flipping product make it do summersaults
My squadron waiting to ship it off
I'm Captain not capping can't get enough
Japanese whips pulling up
You best believe we showing up
If you tryna' sip then pour it up
If you want a hit then scroll it up
If you don't know shit then you know enough
The ain't shit ones always bigging up
Catch a fright then start switching up
These mans so one directional
My life play out like cinemas
Who can say they not a criminal
Acting like wild animals, well
Playing with fire is dangerous
You ain't seeing no end in us
Our spit just way too venomous
My clique from the underworld
Lost boys and the wanderers
Would you?
Burn O's in the lot like fruit loops
Chopped top just like Count Dooku
Like who knew my silencer woulda' go
Pin point accurate like voodoo
I don't do it cause I gotta' but I choose to
Never choose fools gold over real cause
But I still got riches for my tombstone
Gotta' grind to a T like oolong
Got my mind feeling free with that too strong
I don't fuck with them
They too fake
Switching up on me
They're like Two-Face
Yeah I been up since like Tuesday
Riding round the city like Bruce Wayne
Fuck breaks swerve through lanes
I been burning gas all day
Imma' smoke a whole bouquet
I don't fuck with nona' these no names
Hoe riding shotgun she's so flames
Yeah she got brains good both ways
These wastemans would rather not address shit
That bitch talk was all theoretic
Don't fuck with the bitches that stay off balance
Sipping on fanta straight from the chalice
They want the heater so I brought the hammer
Speaking through my semi-automatic
Can't tell my moves cuz' I'm so erratic
Phone blowing up yeah it's always spazzing
I'm from the east of the city
Backwood packs for like 10.50
Grinding up all of that sticky
Moving that weight like I'm on Jenny
I don't ride waves, I don't drink henny
Load up that freight, making my fetti
Cop my boogie bitch some Givenchy
Style on Remy Buxaplenty
Diamonds drip like the Ganges
No you won't be getting a penny
You said you so independent
Don't let me see you up in my mentions
You must be outta' your senses
You gon' make me end up with a sentence
That's just me and my tendencies
That's 21st century inventions
My face looking like a typhoon
My bitch dripping like the monsoon
She bad and she the fucking type too
Your fate saying you gon' die soon
Can't catch a break if you'd like to
Catch the uppercut like Ryu
Mans keep thinking they hardcore
Til' I pull out the stick and they parkour
Don't tell me I'm outta' my mind
It's really not that hard to find
I told you the world is on fire
So somebody send me a light
Don't be taking up all of my lines
Don't be taking up all of my time
I told you the trap is on fire
Don't be taking away from my shine
Turn that shit talker to spaghetti
I pop off they not ready
Got 'em locked off on the exits
I'm going full Dennis the menace
My conscience weigh way too heavy
My pockets weigh way too heavy
OG said "yo come and get me"
I was posted up at the entrance
I'm buzzing from way too many calls
My flip phone banging off the walls
Shit shot me right up to the stars
Got me feeling like the fucking avatar
I'm chopping just like a tomahawk
Flipping product make it do summersaults
My squadron waiting to ship it off
I'm Captain not capping can't get enough
Japanese whips pulling up
You best believe we showing up
If you tryna' sip then pour it up
If you want a hit then scroll it up
If you don't know shit then you know enough
The ain't shit ones always bigging up
Catch a fright then start switching up
These mans so one directional
My life play out like cinemas
Who can say they not a criminal
Acting like wild animals, well
Playing with fire is dangerous
You ain't seeing no end in us
Our spit just way too venomous
My clique from the underworld
Lost boys and the wanderers
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