No Motion Lyrics

Uh, shit, yeah, uh

Made a bag but won't stop now, bitch I'm touching more

If you ain't here for me, then hit the fucking door

Heard you got a brand new chain, what you tuck it for

Too much drip up on my fucking fit, that's what the puddle for

Too much drip finna hit Pairs out in fashion week

He was talking shit, I threw the left hook now he fast asleep

You hopped on a song and said it's hard, it sound like ass to me

In that SRT up on the highway, you ain't passing me

Got a deep bag, I ain't hopping out of it

Why you flexing cash, I think all them hoes is counterfeit

My bag is so fucking big I could never stop counting it

They talking shit we gon' end it, not allowing it

Hold up, on the highway living my way, bitch I'm a boss

You can't live like us, expensive life, you don't know what it cost

Every L I took was a lesson, could never take a loss

If I get hit with some shit I walk forward and shake it off

Big bag finna break it off, share it with my gang and shit

Bro don't miss a shot you would've thought his ass had aim assist

I was in a Track and my bro went brought a Range to VIP

I can't do the watch if it ain't flooded, yo wrist plain as shit

Ain't no plane lil' bitch, but you should know we fly as fuck

I don't take a L, I'm up like fifty, you ain't tying up

He was talking shit up on my gang and now he trying to duck

All I see is ice everywhere but I can't find a puck

Ain't no hockey, diamonds dancing off the fucking chain

My money big body as fuck, it's strong as fucking Shane

He ain't in the cut, we making fun of him, 'cause bro a lame

They trying to dick suck, couple years ago they ain't even know my name

Show my chain, VVS not no SI

You say you in the deep end but that water ain't even chest high

Gang hit 'em with a right and busted up his left eye

Really I just tell the truth and I know all the rest lie

Bitch you a known capper, say some shit it don't matter

This a SRT, fuck yo Scat, this bitch go faster

Everything we say it come to life, we ain't no actors

You more worried 'bout an image than money, bitch, you so backwards

Fix yo priorities

In that SRT I fucking race it duck authorities

Bitch I ran it up but I ain't done because it's more to see

Work ethic so crazy, bitch, I work like it's 'bout four of me

I'm the best 'cause bitch that's what I was born to be

Yeah, born to be a hit maker

Really you ain't getting shit, really I just get paper

Bro don't want a fade 'cause he a pussy, won't even get taper

If my racks fall and hit the ground, they make a big crater

Crater with the money, you a hater, you a dummy

Most these people switching sides so would you hate or would you love me

And I heard yo lil' bro rap but I'm greater than your buddy

And I know you really cap, you a faker with the money

You ain't really touching shit, talking about nothing bitch

Talking 'bout some money, nah (Shh) I ain't discussing it

Bro ain't sipping wine, just be chilling with a cup of Tris

Getting a big bag only thing up on my bucket list

Nothing else really matter, just to keep it a thousand

Dropping racks at the mall, yeah I heard you just be browsing

And lil' bitch I'm going up it's my turn, no way around it

Don't come around when I'm up, yeah, just keep on doubting

Yeah, yeah, just keep on talking, yeah, see how far it get you

And these hollows fucking deadly, you stop moving if they hit you

They trying to walk up in my shoes, I said fuck it, if it fit you

Get the fuck up off my phone, I am not the one to bitch to

I'm the one who's finna bitch you if you ever talking down

They used to talk a lot, I went up, now they ain't talking now

Lencis like five pounds, it's like a workout trying to walk around

Hop up in the Jeep, yeah, bring that Trackhawk around

Waking up the block when I start the fucking engine

Why the fuck you still shooting, you only known for fucking missing

And that bullshit for the birds, I leave that shit just for the pigeons

And I knew I was the goat since that one day I made Distance

Only gang know that song, it's still a classic though

Scoring every time but don't get it fucked up, I still pass to bro

Why you still with that bitch my bro just fucked her, just ask the hoe

Please don't talk about fucking racks, you don't got half my dough

Bro talking shit but he scared, said it in a passive tone

Bitch I'm the king, I stay at the top, they can't snatch the throne

Diamonds on my wrist, kicks iridescent just to match the stones

Please don't talk about motion

Cause is you having? No