N MOTION Lyrics

Damn Cartier, damn Cartier, damn Cartier, damn Cartier, damn Cartier, damn Cartier, run that

Back, clout

This here, this here

It's emotion, I just made a purchase, hope his life is worth it

Rent a mansion out of China, throw some parties till they murk, pot the Xanax, Mr. Whistle

Serving, that shit had me swerving, when they tried it, nigga took the stem and that shit

Had me nervous

Could've fucked this bitch on purpose, went all in, I thought he was fancy, he sat down

With some paper and a pen, describing who I am

Bitch niggas, always selling wood tickets, I thought of you, he took a pen and wrote

A book with it

Just give me some product and a beaker, watch me cook with it

Traffic in the load up in the trunk, but we don't look in it

Bless me father, please don't send demons when I'm sleeping

Sometimes I think about killing a nigga for no reason, on the internet it's beef, but

When you see him, they be vegan

I trade it in his life, cause it's the season for some treason

The stories I could tell, you gotta see them to believe them

Don't want that dog to bite you, gotta starve him before you feed him

Make sure they're paper writing, then divide it till it's even

Cause niggas swear they love you, to the point where they ain't need you

And if a nigga ever even try, I swear to God it cost my heart to die

I'm taking him with I, my chances high with all these guns I buy

Remixing with Vic, they got gnarled in it

They coming back for them half a G's, cause they got dog in it

I pull up in that, let's see her lesson, put your broad in it

She tatted my name across her chest, because she off limit

My bitches all thinning, they all thick, them bitches all thinning

Lebro to get to dropping like a fidget, we gon' all spin it

I go get that work up off the boat, bop it in water, make it float

Put that dick up in her throat, if she don't gargle, she gon' choke

She need Kogay, she need scope

I need bread and buy that loaf, before I plug and buy Lingo

I took some shots at some Tito's, I got some bricks from my amigos

I sold some hoes out of kilos, I made them flip and got Sinos

I'm out here dodging the Rico

Ain't nothing personal, fuck niggas

Cause I get on your top for real, nigga

1986, nigga

I was born in the motherfucking mix

Bitch, nigga, say that

Know that

Soft step