Motion (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(AdeOnTheTrackYaDig!)
(Yo, yo, this beat actually really hard)

[Chorus: C Stunna]
I don't know what these n*ggas rappin’ 'bout, but it ain't motion
The only time I call this b*tch phone to get her face open
When we peep he sleepin’ on the beef, that's when we lay on him
You a runner's runner, come around, you might get a promotion
Hoes screenshottin', so I hit 'em on my dog's Insta'
Why you actin' bougie? b*tch, you workin’ at a call center
Throwin’ out assists, you my n*gga, I'ma ball with you
You ain’t from the hood if you ain't never knuckle up on Central

[Verse 1: C Stunna]
Yeah, I love my glizzy, I don't f*ck with Dracs like Pusha T
Yeah, I'm homeless if they say my favorite eatеr for the streets
sh*t cutthroat for real, ain’t no friends in thеse streets
Man, this money'll have a n*gga whack his daddy like Tariq
Cook a slip up and f*ck around and have the bank twerkin'
He ain't plugged in with the sauce, got him one that ain't workin'
If you bring me three custos, that's 'bout six verses
Yeah, your pus*y MK, you ain't gettin' no Birkin

[Chorus: C Stunna & Wizz Havinn]
I don't know what these n*ggas rappin' 'bout, but it ain't motion
The only time I call this b*tch phone to get her face open
When we peep he sleepin' on the beef, that's when we lay on him
You a runner's runner, come around, you might get a promotion (Alright)
Hoes screenshottin', so I hit 'em on my dog's Insta'
Why you actin' bougie? b*tch, you workin' at a call center (Ayy, Stunna, what it do, man?)
Throwin' out assists, you my n*gga, I'ma ball with you (n*gga)
You ain't from the hood if you ain't never knuckle up on Central (n*gga, n*gga, uh)
[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
How the f*ck you say you a trap n*gga? You ain't flip a 'bow (How the f*ck?)
You ain't really havin' motion, n*gga, you can't get it gone (You ain't havin' no motion)
I can really do a dime a day, that's on any phone (That's on any phone, n*gga)
All these n*ggas do is cap, what they really on? (What they on?)
Yeah, I don't know what these n*ggas be 'bout (Uh-uh)
Where I'm from, n*gga, all we f*ckin' do is beat pots (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Pull up in a foreign, I remember I used to key lock (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got a n*gga b*tch at the spot, finna beat her down (Uh-uh)

[Chorus: C Stunna & Wizz Havinn]
I don't know what these n*ggas rappin' 'bout, but it ain't motion (n*gga, ayy, n*gga, uh)
The only time I call this b*tch phone to get her face open
When we peep he sleepin' on the beef, that's when we lay on him
You a runner's runner, come around, you might get a promotion
Hoes screenshottin', so I hit 'em on my dog's Insta'
Why you actin' bougie? b*tch, you workin' at a call center
Throwin' out assists, you my n*gga, I'ma ball with you
You ain't from the hood if you ain't never knuckle up on Central

[Verse 3: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Yeah, n*gga broke as f*ck, can't show a rack, want me to throw a pack? (On God)
I'ma f*ck her mouth and give her back because she know I'm that (Give her back)
I'ma cash him out and dub his ass, go 'head, collect that hat (On God)
c*m, let's run it back, ran out of Percs, I drink a honey pack (Honey pack, b*tch)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout motion, hundred P's a week, just check the stats
I'm off Wocky floatin', throw it back, I keep on runnin' laps (I throw it back)
I keep smackin' outfits on my IG, tryna keep up tabs
Uh, I keep on poppin' Perky 10s and 20s 'til I'm faded (I'm gone)
Ain't tryna f*ck, b*tch, count this money, trap out 'til they raid it (Trap this money, b*tch)
I can tell the plug, "Throw me a hundred," b*tch, my fence so gated (I can)
This sh*t on my wrist cost me a twenty, n*ggas rockin' plated (Blaow), pus*y
Uh, I got highs and lows, just check my drip, Givenchy head to toe (On God)
Lil' b*tch say she love it how I flow, got buttons on my pole (Ffft)
Blowin' up, can't post up in the trap, I'd rather flood the dough (I can't)
Damn, the streets done turned my heart so cold, I'm tryna take a soul (Yeah)
[Outro: L.O.E. Shimmy]
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