DatDamnCam - Motions (feat. FlyBoi Quez)

Vvs diamonds blingin'
Double cup that got me leaning
The fuck is niggas, when I need em
Now my Angel's look like demons
My trap is jumping, now dey feenin'
Money coming, I could see it
The Pistol on me cuz I need it
I Catch a case, my lawyers beat it
Walk around, I got like 30 on me
Extended clip, I got like 30 on it
The stick, the only thing that's dirty on me
Bitch I'm dripping like I murdered sum-in
Dey taking pictures, like I'm severing sum-in
Told yo bitch to come and serve me sum-in
Trappin, up early every morning
Guess I'm too, addicted to dis dirty money
Ain't never been no ho
Told you nigga let it go
I just tell em wipe ya nose
My lil niggas let it blow
Trapping off the metro
All this Petro, I gotta let go
Takin money, nigga imma klepto
Said you wanna ride, come on nigga let's go
Keep the pole on the side, case a nigga want smoke
If you gotta slide on a nigga, let me know
Hit em, one at time, innie minnie minni moe
Blow wit da 45, guaranteed he gone fold
We could see what's on yo mind when I put it to yo dome
See I told you dat my whoas all loco
TTG we on Go Go
See my niggas don't speak to the po po
All my niggas real gs to the bro code
My bitch wanna leave, you can go ho
My phone still jumping like a pogo
My New bitch badder than a mofo
When you hit it from the back gotta go slow
Big booty ass fat, but she want mo
Niggas throwing up racks, cuz dey want mo
Gotta bag for the stacks, cuz dey won't fold
You ain't talking bout no money, that's a no show
That's a No show
If you don't know
That's No show
If you don't know
If You ain't really talking bout no money that's a no go
Ain't no brakes strait gas on they ass
Smartest in class but attitude bad
Nigga said something we dropping his ass
Now I'm clutching a 9 and a Glock when I'm mad
Mind ain't been right man it kinda been off
Fucking with percs so I slurr when I talk
Roll up a blunt and get lost in my thoughts
Forever a minace so it's fuck the law
I need me a bitty that's known to get busy
9 in her name while we serving the city
Wherever I go you know she go with me
Don't need security she uping the glizzy
Mash on the gas ain't no laws be my limit
Strait to the top and on top I'm committed
Married this lifestyle through health and through sickness
And I am the sickest it's deadly to get this
Have no option but to pop at a opp
Empty the 9 then I'm upping the Glock
Then hop in the drop after chopping the block
Grab my kids food and it's back to the spot
This lifestyle addicting need rehab to stop
No guns in the vids cause they know they not props
Yo bitch set you up that's a twist on the plot
Brought in from the pussy took out by the twat
Back to the trap, cuz we trap on rim road
My niggas could get you whatever you want
Every nigga wit me, strapped wit a pole
And for dem prezzys nigga, I let em go
Touching down, a nigga back in da zone
Throw up some bows for the low, get em gone
Try me nigga, I suggest dat you don't
Have my dirty jersey niggas all in yo home
All on my own, i cant trust in no nigga
Thought you was my dawg, but I can not fuck wit cha
I Can't take no loss, no I can't be no victim
Nigga I'm a steppa, so fuck how you feelin'
The Fuck out yo feelings, get back to this money
The money machine back to back wit dem hunnits
Make money on da backend, while I'm blunted
Bitch I'm on rim, I'll be back in the morning

Written by:
DRay Lloyd, Marquez Gaines

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