ikey - Motion Gang (feat. Real Ten)

We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it
Pop got a four-knick, exotic pack, he baggin' it
Fifteen, got a hundred bricks up in my mattress
Eighteen, blew a ten, in the yams a nigga lit

Please don't even trip, I don't even really wanna fuck your bitch
Remember puttin' pressure lil dude and then the nigga flipped
Switch up on the blick, fifty hoes all in your shit
Stand over a fuck nigga, leave a lil' nigga swiss

Laser beam up on my shit, how can a nigga even miss
Put a K behind my gang, you ain't do shit but make a diss
How you get set up by a ho, thought that nigga was your bro
Bro say he wanna stick the plug, I'm like, I already know

Might just post up on the block and watch a nigga throw a four
Bitch don't ever call me slatt, I have my nigga wipe your nose
I be easy, feel attention, bitch I might just up and blow
I was a youngin', sellin' whatever you need, right out that grocery store

We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it
Pop got a four-nick exotic pack, he baggin' it
Fifteen, got a hundred bricks up in my mattress
Eighteen, blew a ten in the yams a nigga lit

Never been a driver, but I'm ridin' in the back
Leave ya brains all gushy, guess what choppa? it's a Mac
They say I ain't really with it, niggas bluffin', cut the act
I think y'all should drop a body way before y'all drop a track

Choppa eat his face, 308
Almost died, that's they mistake
You catch a opp, don't hit no brakes
Glock like god, it chooses fate

Get the bread, it's you they hate
You ain't green, boy you is bait
I done really had a bag and fucked it up and got it back
If there's any rumor about me, it's that Ikey bout a sack

I ain't run no fuckin' marathon, my crib was in they trap
We been winnin' all these summers, I don't know why oppas cap
I be posted with the gang, see my niggas tuck your chain
We don't rock no Johnny Dangs , we do walk-ups, let it bang

We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it
Pop got a four-nick, exotic pack, he baggin' it
Fifteen, got a hundred brick stuff in my mattress
Eighteen, blew a ten in them yams a nigga lit

Written by:
Averiel Booker

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