No Motion 2

You got no motion, bro toting the AR and I tote a pistol We gon make his ass leave early but ain't no dismissal Please don't talk about yo fucking bag because I know it's little If you talking that shit you get slapped, I don't keep it civil We ain't in no Civic, hop up in the SRT I told em that we did it, we kill shit right by the minute With the team, bitch, we the biggest, yeah Hardest out the mitten, uh Aiming at lil bro, if it's a target I'ma hit it Coupe so fucking loud, when I start it they gon listen Don't ever throw me a price, I don't bargain with no bitches And don't talk about that money, I'm the sharpest with the richest, yeah Big stepping, I'm the shark you with the fishes, uh Big bag, I know you cannot relate Like why you even commentate Cause I don't need to hear it, just need to hear what the commas say Yo lil ass gon compensate Opps talk then I cop the drac Want a lot but not a break, bitch I ain't stopping shit for nothing, I won't slow down Heard the opps at the party, have a throw down Why the fuck you talking like you up if yo bro down That bitch a two, no don't ever bring yo hoe around You don't got no motion, bitch, I'm moving like Dominic Cruz With the fucking gang, we swerving out, we riding with tools You could never be a boss (Bitch) You abiding the rules I know you a whole bitch walk in and you hiding yo jewels Who the fuck calling my phone I don't answer, I don't worry But if it's about some money I get to it in a hurry Dropping thirty at the set, unanimous MVP, I feel just like Curry You just bought the jersey, we the ones who really on the court I ain't really worried bout a freshman list, I fuck with Forbes When I hit the top I'ma be stepping, then I pass the torch Claim you in the field, you ain't on shit, you ain't left the porch Uh, uh, yeah I ain't forcing shit Got a lot but it's more to get, uh Why the hell you in that Trackhawk, you don't floor the bitch, yeah Why the fuck you up in Prada, you can't afford the shit I still got money to blow, yeah They talking that shit but they acting like hoes I just walked in the building my diamonds all froze Young MVP, feel like D Rose You ain't put up shit, only got zeros Talk like you don't but I know he knows Shit too easy just like free throws You can keep a handout I don't really need those Too much ice, bitch, I'm frosted Number one shit talker, bitch, don't ever think I lost it And my fit drip water, that shit coming out the faucet Big stick hit harder, bitch, I'm chilling with the bosses Yeah, yeah, yeah We got bands to make I ain't playing round with y'all peasants 20-2024 need the whole gang with pendants All this shit right off the top, I don't got the time to pen it You like Emmett and I'm Yair Hit em so hard got em thinking like why I'm here People talking shit, I never listen, I do not hear You be flexing diamonds but they ain't glisten They ain't hitting, they is not clear You ain't rocking VVs, I be busting down the whole chain Who the fuck lil bro think that he is, he a no name Talking like you ever could compete, you off cocaine Put on Off White, too much drip but ain't no rain Trackhawk or the S Class, got the best bag If I throw the ball it's like a bullet, ain't a chest pass How the fuck you talking like you up but you dead last In a different city, different night, I got jet lag