Motion
Presi on that Audemar the lights gon make it dance
Been having motion i'm just sticking to the plan
With my heat out in miami I start feeling like i'm bam
Got the glock up on my lap I hope I catch him in that jam
150 ain't no brakes, they ain't gon catch me in the lamb
All these bitches tryna fuck me since I posted up wit wham
He ain't shooting shit, but he still gon post It on the gram
In the D I stay with shooters they be killing shit like cam
Told that bitch describe me she said richest in the city
Me and Rick just hit the club, we turnt it up i'm throwing fifty
Private jet we going state to state they know i'm staying busy
I'm gon hold it down, steady pushing p just like i'm diddy
I got ten up on the chain, I wrap my new bitch all in fendi
He shouldn't play wit jay, know i'm quick to pop out in the trenches
When we slide it's like a dealership, we spin until we dizzy
He tried counting up that money next to me, I get offended
Lost some friends, I lost some money but I know ima be straight
Feel like Dolph inside my city, on the route to chase the pape
I put switches on my stick so we gon bust him like a grape
I been poppin since the womb, I up my shit n it's gon shake
Put my name up on a song and i'm gon bring around a crowd
Draco hit his ass bah, bah, bah he in the ground
I'm the realest in this shit n I be thuggin since a child
We gon slam him, take him out the game we catch em out of bounds
Presi on that Audemar the lights gon make it dance
Been having motion i'm just sticking to the plan
With my heat out in miami I start feeling like i'm bam
Got the glock up on my lap I hope I catch him in that jam
150 ain't no brakes, they ain't gon catch me in the lamb
All these bitches tryna fuck me since I posted up with wham
He ain't shooting shit, but he still gon post It on the gram
In the D I stay with shooters they be killing shit like cam
I be flippin bows, I be fucking hoes and getting bands
My lil bro be like a demon, he go crazy off the xans
It's a light show in this bitch, my chain gon hit that uzi dance
Only rock wit steppers, know we love to spin just like a fan
Throw a hunnid off that trampoline, and watch it make a flip
Jon Jones up in my closet I be rocking all these kicks
Count my chains up not these watches it's gon cost more than a brick
Casamigos got her turnt up she gon beg me for the dick
Heavy motion, but you know i'm sippin wockhardt everyday
Never though i'd hang the cleats up, just to get blood on the Js
We in ATL, know we hitting shit like we the braves
I dropped 60 on they block in 3 seconds just like i'm Klay
Everytime i'm in the city, run it up we break the bank
Big 5-7, knock his liver out I feel like Tank
Dead presidents inside of my pockets I think they Frank
Tried to run up on me, know im quick to catch em with the
Presi on that Audemar the lights gon make it dance
Been having motion i'm just sticking to the plan
With my heat out in miami I start feeling like i'm bam
Got the glock up on my lap I hope I catch him in that jam
150 ain't no brakes, they ain't gon catch me in the lamb
All these bitches tryna fuck me since I posted up with wham
He ain't shooting shit, but he still gon post It on the gram
In the D I stay with shooters they be killing shit like cam
Been having motion i'm just sticking to the plan
With my heat out in miami I start feeling like i'm bam
Got the glock up on my lap I hope I catch him in that jam
150 ain't no brakes, they ain't gon catch me in the lamb
All these bitches tryna fuck me since I posted up wit wham
He ain't shooting shit, but he still gon post It on the gram
In the D I stay with shooters they be killing shit like cam
Told that bitch describe me she said richest in the city
Me and Rick just hit the club, we turnt it up i'm throwing fifty
Private jet we going state to state they know i'm staying busy
I'm gon hold it down, steady pushing p just like i'm diddy
I got ten up on the chain, I wrap my new bitch all in fendi
He shouldn't play wit jay, know i'm quick to pop out in the trenches
When we slide it's like a dealership, we spin until we dizzy
He tried counting up that money next to me, I get offended
Lost some friends, I lost some money but I know ima be straight
Feel like Dolph inside my city, on the route to chase the pape
I put switches on my stick so we gon bust him like a grape
I been poppin since the womb, I up my shit n it's gon shake
Put my name up on a song and i'm gon bring around a crowd
Draco hit his ass bah, bah, bah he in the ground
I'm the realest in this shit n I be thuggin since a child
We gon slam him, take him out the game we catch em out of bounds
Presi on that Audemar the lights gon make it dance
Been having motion i'm just sticking to the plan
With my heat out in miami I start feeling like i'm bam
Got the glock up on my lap I hope I catch him in that jam
150 ain't no brakes, they ain't gon catch me in the lamb
All these bitches tryna fuck me since I posted up with wham
He ain't shooting shit, but he still gon post It on the gram
In the D I stay with shooters they be killing shit like cam
I be flippin bows, I be fucking hoes and getting bands
My lil bro be like a demon, he go crazy off the xans
It's a light show in this bitch, my chain gon hit that uzi dance
Only rock wit steppers, know we love to spin just like a fan
Throw a hunnid off that trampoline, and watch it make a flip
Jon Jones up in my closet I be rocking all these kicks
Count my chains up not these watches it's gon cost more than a brick
Casamigos got her turnt up she gon beg me for the dick
Heavy motion, but you know i'm sippin wockhardt everyday
Never though i'd hang the cleats up, just to get blood on the Js
We in ATL, know we hitting shit like we the braves
I dropped 60 on they block in 3 seconds just like i'm Klay
Everytime i'm in the city, run it up we break the bank
Big 5-7, knock his liver out I feel like Tank
Dead presidents inside of my pockets I think they Frank
Tried to run up on me, know im quick to catch em with the
Presi on that Audemar the lights gon make it dance
Been having motion i'm just sticking to the plan
With my heat out in miami I start feeling like i'm bam
Got the glock up on my lap I hope I catch him in that jam
150 ain't no brakes, they ain't gon catch me in the lamb
All these bitches tryna fuck me since I posted up with wham
He ain't shooting shit, but he still gon post It on the gram
In the D I stay with shooters they be killing shit like cam
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Weasel
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