MOTION Lyrics

Niggas feel like Playboi Carti, how I'm sippin' all this red

Lil bitch keep on talkin' shit, but give a fuck bout what she said

These niggas lame, they don't got motion, I'm just out here countin' bread

And I'm not talkin' bout no pencil when I'm carryin' all this lead

I ball too hard with a wack-ass jumper, I'm startin' to feel like Lonzo

I sold this nigga some gas, he need to cash app me like Pronto

I hop on a jet, but stay in the pocket, I'm startin' to feel like Flacco

Niggas be askin' how I get the cheese, and I'm tellin' them niggas it's nachos

And we finna pull up deep, me and my niggas in a Tahoe

And I don't even need no pen, and I'm just startin' to feel like Yavo

And that ain't even my lil' bitch, so why you tryna say that's my hoe

It's twenty-five, just for an eighth, I'm finna cop because the cost low

I ball on the court while you sit on the bench, all of this all of this hate it be makin' me sick

It's too many hoes, I don't know who to pick, I'm sippin' on Henny, I'm lit

She said that I'm mean, she call me a dick, I'm rockin' designer, just look at the fit

Wait, I'm finna go take me a flick, sendin' them shots, leave your head with a dent

I be punchin' in, hit you with a jab, like I'm Mike Tyson

I can't be arguin' with niggas, I don't like fightin

You niggas keep on talkin' on the net, but I don't like typin

And my niggas on the highway, and we racin', then we sideswipin

I just popped a Eddie, now I'm hittin' dabs, and I'm skydivin

Lazy bitch, gon' get in missionary, she don't like ridin

I'm not doin' what he says, cause I don't really even like Simon

Pussy look like bubblegum, I'm finna call her shit Trident

Bad bitch, gon' cool it with my niggas, damn this bitch vibin

We ain't never gon' be public, if we fuck, we keep it in private

Got a scatty, now I'm testin' out the whip, look how this bitch slidin

Talkin' crazy, then I saw your ass in public, you a bitch hidin

I'm go to the top and I'm always gon' win, I'm spittin' these bars and I don't need a pen

I'm prayin' to God, committin' these sins, I feel like Lil Uzi, I don't need no friends

Pockets is fat while your pockets is thin, gettin the drip, finna go to the bins

Peepin' the fake, gotta see through the lens, I be that nigga who's startin' them trends

You finna pull up in a SRT while I'm finna go slide in the Benz

Wait, lil' bitch can't even come to the room if she anything less than a 10

All of my niggas, they really be demons, they finna go look at your ass with a grin

I just be hoppin' on beats and I'm snappin', I feel like Lil Tecca, I did it again

Bitch, yeah, you know the vibes, nigga