Real Motion (feat. Brdwy Ev)

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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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck niggas pissed me off
How the f*ck 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

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