Heavy Motion ft. ATM ALEE & Bobby Badazz Lyrics

Yo, I'm ready

Get some ice

Okay

I just sold a dog for like fifty-five hundred

I just jumped out the whip, but I left the car running

I'm on Stockdale and DuPont with a loose five on me

Rollie on my wrist, bust down, can't tell the time on me

Walk up in the club with a fire, fire hose on me

Big boogers in my Cartier's, got my nose running

I just fucked the shit out this bitch like she stole something

I can put a mix on your shit, have your phone jumping

Real dumper, press the perks up and they still want them

Chasing nigga down in the track, I just hawked him

Supercharger came on the whip, so be cautious

Bud Pop the perk, he ain't eat, so he nauseous

You better put insurance on your life before you talk shit

The bitch still go fuck the nigga if he walking

The iPad that we blowing on got me coughing

Nigga walking dead, bands on his head, he a target

The feds trying to stop my sales, still having motion

In the Bentley, dirty Russian K's and a scale on me

Fucking this lil' bitch, she wore my chain, I was slow stroking

High as hell off the drink, knodding off drive the boat for me

Teach my white, bitch, how to shoot, she'll blow for me

Walked in with my white, bitch, she punched a coat for me

Throw a switchy on that 9, call me Tony Park

Coach, but I got a T-9, shoot, call me Coach Karp

Scat looking like a bowling ball cause it came armed

A. Lee and Bobby get the dump and they don't give a fuck

Been to corners in a Vec, TRX in a Bentley truck

Grind hard till I get the Richie on my wrist or something

Bitch pressing all his way, y'all ain't bitching nothing

Glock 23 on my hip, boy, y'all finger fucking

Blow his head off his shoulders, get out, bitch, a punkie

I'm in the trap like I'm Shrek with a batch of onions

Shit, I was helping niggas ball when this shit was ugly

Boxed in, they won't hand me the ball, but I took it from them

Bentley truck might fill up with stars when I feel a moment

See, he was feeling like Robin, A.R. to stop the problem

Pull up fast on the line, that's what I'ma park

And dope jumping out the glass, bitch, pass Vince Carter

You won't see me at the trap unless I'm packed up water

Yeah, I might fly, bitch, I don't ask the time, I'm getting bored

Fell in love with fast cars, A. Lee got me out of order

Fuck around in Frida, Cali, have a threesome in the morning

Niggas say we beefing when you see me out in public

It ain't court

Drop the top in the blue, doing a hunnid down flush

Don't get too close, cause I'll be clutching, might've faffed you down the pump

Something made me mad, cause I scratched off this shit, it get ugly

Buy a trap right on your block

You should sit and make money

Big house right on the lake, I'm sent back in chunky

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