Lost Motives

Ayy, tell me when to go I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw Hey, Lilkdubb For the 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, fuck the critics Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away I came in by myself, they ain't listen I was that nigga 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 mama, we did some dirt with that choppa We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuck and come swallow They tryna slip off 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 'round with them choppas, we shoot this bitch at yo' mama Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, who want problems?" Another homi', another body, another hat for the dollar Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from Tell me, uh, is we gon' die? 'Cause, nigga, 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 fear 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', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you" Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do Cuddlin' in a 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 keep doin' shit that you can't do Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from Tell me, uh, is we gon' die? 'Cause, nigga, 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 fear 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', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too Show them the slime This slime me though Lil' top nig' YoungBoy I'm on that same shit I ain't doing nothing nigga Free ChopperBoy, Free D-Dawg You know what it is with me Keep yo' head up, out ya nigga