Motion
Walk him down now he's flooded
New chain, new piece it's flooded
Came back, now she love it
Spend a bag like it's nothing
Think I came clear with intentions, I'm trying to fuck and get rid of you
We send him up with the mist
My time is ticking, it's time to get doomed
Jeans to fight, can't fill my pocket and the Glock keep showing
I don't know why they keep checking the motion, been knowing
I don't know why you trying to check this shit, the score is over
Keep on beating around the bush, my niggas got the clovers
Pull up all black and we maccing shit right in the rover
Do a drill, they end up wacking shit, I'm never sober
Smoking different, I know you can smell it in the odour
On my case about a lot of shit, still got my coat on
Thirty two's got me intoxicated, with the solar
It ain't shit it went right through me, I ain't seen or know none
Regret that shit like not once
Just run it up like GoFund
Got a check at the store run, yea
Still feeling good, can't blame us
Walk him down now he's flooded
New chain, new piece it's flooded
Came back, now she love it
Spend a bag like it's nothing
Think I came clear with intentions, I'm trying to fuck and get rid of you
We send him up with the mist
My time is ticking, it's time to get doomed
Jeans to fight, can't fill my pocket and the Glock keep showing
I don't know why they keep checking the motion, been knowing
New chain, new piece it's flooded
Came back, now she love it
Spend a bag like it's nothing
Think I came clear with intentions, I'm trying to fuck and get rid of you
We send him up with the mist
My time is ticking, it's time to get doomed
Jeans to fight, can't fill my pocket and the Glock keep showing
I don't know why they keep checking the motion, been knowing
I don't know why you trying to check this shit, the score is over
Keep on beating around the bush, my niggas got the clovers
Pull up all black and we maccing shit right in the rover
Do a drill, they end up wacking shit, I'm never sober
Smoking different, I know you can smell it in the odour
On my case about a lot of shit, still got my coat on
Thirty two's got me intoxicated, with the solar
It ain't shit it went right through me, I ain't seen or know none
Regret that shit like not once
Just run it up like GoFund
Got a check at the store run, yea
Still feeling good, can't blame us
Walk him down now he's flooded
New chain, new piece it's flooded
Came back, now she love it
Spend a bag like it's nothing
Think I came clear with intentions, I'm trying to fuck and get rid of you
We send him up with the mist
My time is ticking, it's time to get doomed
Jeans to fight, can't fill my pocket and the Glock keep showing
I don't know why they keep checking the motion, been knowing
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Writer(s): William Blose
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