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Alamo Records - Motions Lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Hardbody, nigga)
(PepperJack Zoe)
For real though

[Verse 1]
How can I complain?
A year ago I just was livin' plain
Ain't trappin', patient waitin' for a lane
Now I'm all in Johnny Dang
This ain't no rap cheese, you know I slang
Trapland, how you think I got the name?
I see 'em movin' stains
Hit up it's the jeweler for the chain
Look at the clarity, yeah, that bitch flyin'
Rose gold mouthpiece, I'm thinkin' Cartier for my timepiece
All that shit buzz, it do not glee
I hope you niggas tap dance
Yeah, the coast clear, run a lap dance
Come and get the look after you whack him
He use a tractor just to track him
Slime that nigga out, that how you slatt him
Ship gon' sink, he got the captain
Double for the headshot
Hit him through the glass with a red dot (Dum-dum)
Carbon through the glass, that's a Deadshot
Southwest eleven drive
Got them cookies in them square pies
Everything official that I'm sayin', I can not lie
[Chorus]
I just went and parked another Viper, I don't know why
Rather pop a upper than a downer, that's a slow high
How the fuck he get backdoored? He left the door wide
Think that it's a game, nah, [?], this ain't a toy drive
[?], 'cause a nigga tryna get at me
I would love and I ain't gon' let it fly, let it rip on me (Du-du-du)
Slip and slide records bet that grip on me (Yeah, yeah)
And I be off the meds, they don't trip on me
I got more motion than the mailman
Yeah, that's why they stop and got them peoples on my trail, man
Can weigh it with my eyes, ain't need me no scale, man
And I ain't talkin' fingers when I say we got bells, man
Real plug, I don't got to do no calculation
Let 'em nowhere we goin' so I ain't use no navigation
It's only twenty-four hours, so really no time to be wastin'
He say he hustles like me, that's just his imagination
I just went and parked another Viper, I don't know why
Rather pop a upper than a downer, that's a slow high
How the fuck he get backdoored? He left the door wide
Think that it's a game, nah, [?], this ain't a toy drive
[?], 'cause a nigga tryna get at me
I would love and I ain't gon' let it fly, let it rip on me (Du-du-du)
Slip and slide records bet that grip on me (Yeah, yeah)
And I be off the meds, they don't trip on me
I got more motion than the mailman
Yeah, that's why they stop and got them peoples on my trail, man
Can weigh it with my eyes, ain't need me no scale, man
And I ain't talkin' fingers when I say we got bells, man
Real plug, I don't got to do no calculation
Let 'em nowhere we goin' so I ain't use no navigation
It's only twenty-four hours, so really no time to be wastin'
He say he hustles like me, that's just his imagination
[Outro]
Yeah, we got bells
Trappin' at the [?]
Rappin' out the [?]