Lyrics:
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
Im a motor trend you can't roll with us
I'm on mach ten bitch you slow as fuck
Devil got hot wheels when it's cold as fuck yeah
Jesus take the wheel we
My timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorblade
And you look dissectible
I've been on my mind for days
Cause homie we've been in the grind for years
on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends
of the Motor
You might find banana clips
’cause it’s Guerilla warfare
Last year I was watching this from the couch
And now I’m here
That should let you know what
the truck
N not givin ah fuck
Bro outta house out discovering blunts
6 + the 1 years apart n now am rolling up
Joined ah new club n ah gotta new pup
Rolling
Passionate, Im Passionate
Im Passionate, Im Passionate
Can't you see the Lamborghini truck
Windows tinted black as fuck
488 to match, 30 inch's on a Donk(Yeah)
WIPE ME DOWN LIL BITCH
SET A TREND I'MMA WIN
IMMA GOD WITH TH SHIT
BRING YOUR FRIEND OFF THE GIN
WE GON JIVE OFF THE SHIT
CHOP THE TOP WITH MACHETE
See what I don't understand is last
10 years bein' country wasn't
Even a trend now it seems
That the television done blew
It all up now everybody
right there
Olowo so ro ta ni ka lo wun ni idea
Haa Alagidi ta ni ka to fi okada gba motor
To tun fe Ma taka oje bi ,oja re , ewon lo Ma ku si
Rich men
Look, like, I'm tellin', like, last
Year I was confusin'
You know what I'm saying
Playing Xbox 360, not the Xbox One
This year ballin' (Cha ching)
years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic
Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' like your name is Water
But I'm ten years older
her friends Niggas talk crazy, but do my dance
Whole time, we done made these trends If it's up there, keep it up there, boy
Fuck you, I don't make no
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
kickin' dollars straight to Hollis I'm off the ground B
I never heard of such where niggaz stand and I fell
I'm doin' years with this career like Patti
tired of us (niggas is sick, woah)
I ain't around no fuck boy
Glock four pound in the tuck boy
Big B's on truck boy (skrt-skrt)
All my young niggas
busy saying "Countach!", red Lamborghinis up in Motor Trend
To notice tiffs as anything but "here we go again
Turned eight and couldn't grasp moments
and ah couple shots of that casamigos
I'm damn near perfect I bet I hit lil mama like ah free throw
I set the bar niggas follow the trend
Shit life ah
the pen and six feet
I was taught to peep snakes for peak sakes
Meats great, all motor like a freight
You can see it in my eyes, nigga, we buildin' tables
so dry for so long was very muddy
Boggy and sticky
We?d pull one truck out and get another stuck in
And motors would roar and tires would spin
We?d
back...
[ VERSE 1: Buckshot ]
1981 - the first year rap begun
The first time I saw a backwards spun
I was in my living room practisin
Watchin the tube,
sometimes it all feels stagnant
Watching time fracture into fractals
Then it passes over trends fed to the masses
Grow detached seek greener pastures
Motor
(No, No)
It's been a hell of a year since you haven't been here
Hurts like hell when I wipe my tears
Cause you the one who taught me how to show no
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