Versuri nba youngboy – lost motives lyrics
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
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*ck the critics
Ridin’ on the wave you gon’ wash away
I came in by myself they ain’t listen
I was the n*gga 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 b*tches want f*ckin’ come swallow
They tryna slip out the condom these b*tches 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’ “b*tch you want problems?”
Another hymen another body another hat for the dollar
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 n*gga 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 n*ggas gon’ drill you
I make that music that them young n*ggas 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
Told her I love her she responded “b*tch I hate you”
Totin’ .380 I’ma show ’em what that K do
In all black Maybach I need a Wraith too
N*gga don’t run up on this b*tch ’cause we gon’ spray you
Aim at the nose straight out the flap b*tch 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
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 n*gga 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 n*ggas gon’ drill you
I make that music that them young n*ggas 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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