No Motion 2 Lyrics

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