Lost Motives

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Lost Motives

I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw

[Verse 1]
For to fall, they been waitin' on me, I know that's what they all say
Live it up, they been hatin' on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause we all paid
New Givenchy, f*** the critics
Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away
I came in by myself, they ain't listen
I was the ni*** with the ticket, the one had the ambition
Came up runnin', we'll take off from them cop cars
When we got caught, ain't do no trippin', that's what made us
This 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us
To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won't change us
Behind my mans, I'll die today, I won't change up
I put that shit on his momma, we did some dirt with that choppa
We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuckin', come swallow
They tryna slip out the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas
The one I want, I ain't find her
But spendin' time with them robbers, we all play with them choppas, we shoot this shit at yo' momma
Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, you want problems?"
Another hymen, another body, another hat for the dollar

[Chorus]
Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody
I'm tryna knock this brother off with the same gun
And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, is we gon' die?
'Cause, ni***, we gon' be slangin' iron today
Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view
They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't feel you
You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you
He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too
Ain't trippin' [?], shawty what these pills do
I see these hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

[Verse 2]
Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you"
Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do
[?] in all black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too
Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you
Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face you
Bleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt," the truth like Jesus
Even though I did, don't let them people say I made you
'Cause I'ma steady do shit that you can't do

[Chorus]
Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody
I'm tryna knock this brother off with the same gun
And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, is we gon' die?
'Cause, ni***, we gon' be slangin' iron today
Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view
They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't feel you
You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you
He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too
Ain't trippin' shawty what these pills do
I see these hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

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