Back in Motion Lyrics

I'm doing doughnuts

Get behind me, you smell the aroma

Got recliners, that's behind the motor

I'm conniving, I'm sending em over

Never mind it, we spend til it's over

Get inside her, then get back in motion

Traumatized, so I got that bitch on me

30,000, I split with my soldiers

To the real ones, I'm paying my homage

He a demon, he failed Muhammad

Nike tech with a scale inside it

I was broke, I ain't tell nobody

Football, I ain't have no offers

I up the score, I ain't have no hobbies

Ain't know how to scam nobody I knew to hop out and just tag somebody

Always knew that I had my uncle Stepdaddy who, bitch don't grab my mama

Coming up I always had my moments, might be far behind but they ain't running me over

Switch to the 60 up under the stick cause I don't like how that hunnit sit on it

I get respect without reaching for shit cause they know I'ma pop like a soda

Let's see if they hot when it's over

Wonder if they holding that spot when it's over

A nigga shouldn't have to get shot, but I noticed them bags he got from the spot, he done fumbled

Everybody know when you deep in the trenches you better not get tired of the ramen

Brand new bitch who like trying positions we doing the valediction

Yeah, always tell em please don't get me started

Getting too cold, I don't need ice in my water

One wrong move and she out the apartment

7k just to watch my dog piss on the carpet Redo the verse I can come a lil harder

She pop a perc, she gon' run like a faucet

Standing on shit cause they hate when I pop it

I never been one to just hate on somebody

Fell out with my partner, running money up, loading up choppers

Cut her off and she feeling entitled

Yeah, I know I'm the villain, I like it

And I'm trying to meet them

And they just don't know I been watching

And they just don't know I've been praying for one of these niggas to get out of pocket

And they just don't know I've been laying low keeping my distance while counting up the profit Bet I blow with this shit I ain't playing I'm trusting my vision, I'm trusting the process

1ST48 the taliban

I don't give a fuck bout them weak-ass bombers I'm the reaper, another Bin Laden

One caller, a kill a hundred bodies

And, I'm doing donuts I'm realizing that they cannot hold me

And, smell the aroma 30 rounds turn a nigga to yogurt

And, behind the motor bend her over like we doing yoga

And, I'm sending them over never mind it we spend till it's over

Yeah, got that bitch on me Traumatized so I got that bitch on me

Yeah, get back in motion get inside her then get back in motion

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