Motion Music

Focusin' on motion, homie, I will never settle
Cause when I'm off the Adderall, I'm on a different level
Chiko's turn, bitch
May not like me now, but imagine me spreadin' racks

It's inevitable, I get the cheese, I be crafty with the Mac
Went from workin' at the beach, sellin' weed, now slangin' crack
Payin' for the studios, homie's wondering from where it at
Keep it on the DL, puffin' L's on paper trail

You be slow like a snail, can't catch up, that's why you fell
Sebas's bud got a must now everbody think I smell, you can smell it in the air
Is it love? No, it's hell, you do you and I do me
And ain't nobody finna tell, cause I stole this nigga flow

But I do it better than ever, in Miami with the heat
Racin' down Bird Road, hit a lick by La Carreta
Now I'm really on the go, found it hid under the sink
So I took a line of blow, baby, oh, no, no

Ridin' niggas' waves, sayin' shit like Cowabunga
If she a ten, gotta buss her, if she a baddie
Got a stunner, ain't no kizzy in my rap
Keep two glizzy's inside my jeans

My life is a movie, it be scene after scene
Mean how I seem when I ride through Pork n Beans
City girls lounge, where I drop a smooth sixteen
I'm the only jit with motion, actually, out here buying pints

twelve hundred to pop the seal, boy, and I ain't sharin' mine
Smokin' on this Cherry Lato, sippin' on dis purple wine
Oh, I'm on my feet, straight up flyin' through the skies
Fifteen, sellin' dope in my waistband, carrin' knives

Seventeen, toting iron, run up on you, no disguise
Claimin' some change, well I say otherwise
Stink being slick, curvin' me in front my guys
She bein' weird, call me Motion Boy, how I move without no wheels

If I go to the store and can't afford, I gotta steal
Weed don't take the edge off anymore, I'm poppin' pills
Felt goosebumps off the oxy, it's amazing how I feel
Dada watch my back, make sure none of these bitches squeal

Run them down for what they got, and then we outta here
I do this shit for fun, I just do this shit for thrills
Keep it real, I ain't never lie, baby, I'm just quick to kill
Fitbit countin' miles, keep on track, we're chasin' checks

There be levels to this shit, get to countin' all the steps
Had to sit back, take a listen, learn the moves and pay respect
I'm a fuckboy, I be out here pussy, poppin' with the checks
I'm a lonely lil' jit, and I do what I think is cool

Like robbin' niggas weed and scarin' them with 22s