T.M.M (Too Much Motion) Lyrics

What you on (Yeahh) like what you on fo'

But I know just what you known for

Yeah I know just what you known for (Uhhh)

I know just what you on

What you on what you on fo'

Too much motion you couldn't stop me if you tried

I tried to trust you but I can't cause you lied

I don't know what you on but I feel the vibe

Tell them meet me at the park, if they swing we gon' slide

You ever lost your best friend bitch im still traumatized

I'm not the same person, I can't look you in you're eyes

I been lacking motivation, sometimes I don't wanna try

Because my dog gone, wish he can call home

It's like my problems get deep, who I can call on

I know sometimes I be tripping, who I can fall on

You know we know what you did, yeah bitch you dead wrong

Just me and Moochie gettin' calls from them fed phones

Oooh I got my shake back, I know they hate that

Yeahh, just stop calling you'll be mad if you see where her face at

Ratchet bitch, she out her mind, she hollering where her mace at

Yeah bitch I'm active again, yeah that pack coming in

Check the tracker, I been stressing, don't know where that box at

Bitch you crazy, fight who, five-seven box that

Like why you running, all that moving, here a pillow bite that

Cool back, bring it on, I think I'm where I belong now

Yeahh, the vibes different in the burg

They don't tell you what they seen

They just tell you what they heard

You know seeing is believing, I can't trust your words

On this yellow vision blurred, bitch shoot she getting curved

Bitch I'm straight

So much on my plate (Huh) you gon' have to wait

Call my phone too many times, ima sell him shake

On two 10's I just ate, lord I'm feeling great

Lord I'm feeling great, I can't feel my face

Wilding on the weekend, it's just me and bae

Like baby can we sleep in, she rubbing on my waves

Like bae I'm on the deep end, I just need saved

I just need saved

I need the camera on me anyway

Even if I'm not rapping

When I'm sitting in my house

Making

Just, just, you know

In my notes

Fucking around, tryna' tryna'

Find some shit to rap about

Nigga I need the camera on me

Cause all that shit gon' make money at the end of the day

If you know you nice

That shit gon' make money at the end of the day son

Cause you can make a fuckin' movie off this shit