Motley so ill!

Man they asking

“How it feel?”

Ima step up in the booth like I be fiending for a kill!

For a kill!

I be fiending for a kill!

If you talking on the Zealot then my gang gon freeze you still

Ima pull up with the Juice Mob,

Get to bussin and bussin until we hit a mill yeah

We heating up!

We heating up!

No, this ain’t a drill yeah!

Itty bitty light up the splify and then we toke

Gritty kitty, she super pretty then Ima boast

Ima boast!

Why she tryna do the most?

Ima ghost

If she gonna ride with Motley then she gotta stack some toast!

Knocked out like Pacquiao!

I fuck your bitch smack down

If I pull with the up the Cliquot just know you cant come round

Exposing your ignorance

I see the cap now

That lil boy he talking

Son got get your cap gown

Motley he a Zealot

He cannot just back down

The drugs they be calling

The bitches be calling

I’m passed out on my floor

I think I’m free falling like

What’s my life worth?

What’s your life worth?

What’s my life worth?

What’s your life worth?

What’s my life worth?

What’s your life worth?

What’s my life worth?

What’s your life worth?