Motion ft. lifelessgarments Lyrics

I got so much motion, I put the Perc in my drink its a potion gave my heart to that hoe & she left it broken

I can't trust no hoe ever again and that's facts, And the G19 stay on my side

So how could a young nigga lack, I make them run like it's track

And that hoe love when I hit it from the back

I'm not in the NFL, but I want a sack

And I run with the sack like a running back,

Hit it from the back and that bitch wanna run it back

She wanna go again and that bitch bad as hell told her bring her friend

Can't put my trust in a hoe, I can't make amends

No you cannot be gang no you no my mans

Bitch we masked up,

like the Taliban

Niggas fed as hell, why you tellin' man

And she tryna fuck cuz we got hella bands, No they not on my level im to advanced , I been in the game for a minute now

Said she hungry, so she come and get it now

Then she turn around and let me beat it down, I told my brother that this shit l gonna turn around

We gon' make it real soon, And fuck your new nigga, he a koon

I'ma hit that fuckboy with my tool, Stay to myself and I play that shit cool

And that bitch gave me brain, in the big body coupe,

She a swoop

And I ball every day like I hoop or somethin'

Why you say that we gang like we cool or somethin'

I don't know what help is, I ain't had nothin'

Finna spin a nigga block with a handgun

Now you can't run, cause I feel like John Wick with a Glock

I know I'm close to the top, They gonna dick ride to the top

And I wanna give back to my block, Cause they believe in a nigga

Broke my heart when you told me you leaving a nigga

Broke my heart when you fuckin' that other nigga

Yeah but fuck these niggas And I don't even need these bitches

Finna fuck on that thick bitch, she on my hit list

And don't ask what im wearin bitch, you can't even get this

I be coppin some new fits, like it be Christmas

Or like it's my birthday

These niggas typing on Twitter they birdies

I get to the money, yeah, it's bright and early

I can't waste time, I'm tryna fuck, I don't wanna sit on facetime

Sit on FaceTime, gotta get the bag I can't waste time, yeah,

Huh huh, I'm by myself when I put that shit on

Bitch, you by yourself, I can't answer the phone

Fuck all these hoes, I came with my bro

Garments on, Swag is on,

Bitches they on, jewelry on, blurry pics

I got fashion, I'm in my mode

Here in this city, Im in my zone

Turn that bitch on, turn the switch on, turn that bitch up

Huh, I'm in this shit with my cutta, my cutta

Rockin celine, imma drip and I'm floodin'

I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin', you played out, you bitch

You old as fuck, you late to this shit

I'm goin' up, can't play with this shit

I'm throwin' up, it's gang in this bitch

Huh, it ain't nothin' about my jewelry plain

It ain't none' of my bitch's plain

It ain't nothin' about my swag plain

Fuck up the game, like it's EA

Going insane, fuckin her rain

Throwin' up brain, I'm havin' chicken,

Just like in, I'm steppin' like Bane,

Yeah