Heavy Motion lyrics

[Intro: GoldenBoy CountUp]
(Yarri)
(Zkup)
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: GoldenBoy CountUp]
Rental car with a bad b*tch, bustin' down this brick
Cuh, we gon' do the Hokey Pokey when that sack hit
On my mama, dog made a million off that black b*tch
Steppin' on his neck with these Guccis out of Saks Fifth

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
Main course in Tampa, Florida, order salmon with the collard
She Instagram famous from suckin' di*k for lines of powder
Tax a n*gga, say it's Runtz, on the low, it's really Sour
Million-dollar babies, b*tch, you better gargle 'fore you swallow

[Verse 3: GoldenBoy CountUp]
Cuh served a n*gga fifty P's, but it's rabbit food
Cappin'-ass n*gga, get out the streets, should've sat in school
Doctor-shoppin' shorty, servin' D's and I'm sellin' blues
Told him it was 'za, but I served jit Gorilla Glue

[Verse 4: BFB Da Packman]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, Golden, you know you wrong for that
Lil' boy, get off my di*k, I got hoes for that
I don't tuck my blick in my pants, I got rolls for that
n*gga ran off with my favorite baby mama, went and stole her back
Drive me to the nearest projects, I need some wicks
f*cked around and let a stripper ride my face, I need some Vicks
Fat fresh n*gga, lift my belly, suck my di*k
Listen, baby, I ain't no trick, you f*ck me good, I pay your rent
[Verse 5: GoldenBoy CountUp]
Ayy, ran off with the n*gga baby mama, don't try to hold me back
I just want to f*ck her a few times, I'ma give her back
Golden really ballin' on these n*ggas, let's go rack for rack
Cookin' dope and bustin' down these P's, tryna get a sack
Florida boy, got a red b*tch inside this Lamborghini
I only f*cked this b*tch one time and she still fiending?
Golden really upper than a b*tch, but I'm still scheming
Big stick hangin' off my waist, it got a n*gga leaning

[Verse 6: BFB Da Packman]
Got a cougar b*tch out there in Brandon, told her sex me up
My girl text me and told me no more donuts, she wanna stress me, huh?
That pus*y ain't worth no bundles, go get a messy bun
Told Sookie I was Rod Wave and she let me f*ck

[Verse 7: GoldenBoy CountUp]
Damn, that's so crazy, I got a bad red b*tch in Tampa
Golden, he the first sack to drop, I gave unc' a sample
Skrr-rrt, sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, Golden need a Pamper
Cuh, go get my sack back from that n*gga, that's too much to handle

[Verse 8: BFB Da Packman]
No, if he f*ck up the sack, grrat-dat
My girl be goin' through my phone, text me on Snapchat
[Verse 9: GoldenBoy CountUp]
You know them crackers be listening, hit me on WhatsApp
I showed that n*gga a hundred P's, he said, "What's that?"
Skrr-rrt, pulled up in that Bentley, I got the sauce, n*gga
Heavy motion, I can give a job to your boss, n*gga

[Outro: GoldenBoy CountUp]
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