Real Motion ft. Brdwy Ev Lyrics

I got real motion, nigga, I ain't trippin' on no lil shit

Yeah, I sip red, I paid three, this the real shit

How the fuck you in the field

You ain't never take no field trips

Nigga, that's the type of shit I ain't gon' deal with

Damon dazzle, bitch, grabber, nigga, I ain't cappin

I was finna hit this bitch til I found out brodie crashed her

My niggas turned steppers into athletes, got them doin' backflips

It was my first time hittin', finna slide my shit up in a Magnum

Been grabbed it, pay me for the feature, I ain't average

Rollin' off the gas, smokin' gas, I ain't even pass it

Ballin' on these niggas like I'm Luka on the fuckin' Mavericks

Can't go eat with broke niggas, they be steady, talkin' bout dine and dashing

This life shit a game, I keep some shooters with me, Tom Clancy

This bitch want me to fuck her, I'm like, no, I'm finna pop a Xanny

Tried to run off on the plug, I did it once, he wasn't tryin' to chance it

Niggas steady talkin' on the net, I can't fuckin' stand it

I don't come outside, I'm rich up in my house, nigga, I been home

They hate, I don't respond, I been a troll, nigga, I won't go

If you can't cash me out for the verse, you can't get on my song

If they told you it was gold, at the end, you'd probably sell your soul

Feds tapped in, lil' nigga, better sell your phone

Like, what? cell your phone

It's crazy how a lil' nigga used to make sales off phones

What you do if the opps was at your door and you was home alone

Niggas steady been my clones, big stepper, bitch, V-Lone

I ain't trippin' off that bitch, finna get me those

In the cat, steady lookin' for the dogs, see, I keep my bones

He ran off with my shit, it's cool, I guess he ain't put on

Wasn't finna talk this crazy, but you fuck niggas pissed me off

How the fuck I snitch? It ain't no papers, I don't get that, dawg

I just tripled my amount, but I ain't trippin', y'all was my dawgs

BMF Vibes, I'm big meech, finna make that call

Heart turned black, but my cup turned purple

Nigga got a smart mouth, lookin' goofy, finna call you Urkel

He got caught up for that body, he ain't catch it, better check your circle

Nigga ain't got a dime to his name, nigga made me nervous

Can't believe what you say, you like to lie often

40 on me while I'm in the mall, I can't die shoppin

It's a bag on the floor, then I'm right on it

Throw on a beat and press record, don't got a write on it

Yeah, ayy, I'ma talk my shit

If you tryna take something from me, you gotta off my shit

I be off the gas, not the white, I don't touch no bricks

Keep it on me everywhere I go, you won't see my shit

Tryna see a bag, I'm not beefin' about no bitch

I'ma keep it real, I ain't never been the type to switch

If you got caught, really thank you to type to snitch

I'm not politickin' on the net, I'm not typin' shit

Yeah, this a freestyle, not writing shit

If he trippin', let my dogs loose and they bitin' him

27 on me, so of course I'm not fightin' him

I'm not fightin' him

How you switch, ah, damn

How you switch for a bitch, that shit don't make sense

You don't see no bucks, you don't even make sense

Always got it on me, never lacking, you can't take shit

Yeah, you can't take shit, yeah

Yeah, yeah, make her taste it

Put this dick all up in her mouth, I make her taste it

Yeah, I make her taste it

I just put some in the blunt, I just laced it

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Going double dutch on that dick, I told her, take it