Boys In Motion

[Intro: Wop Dell]
Big Wop, nigga
FOD shit
We are the Boyz 'N Motion
(Funk or Die)
Boyz
Big Wop, yeah

[Verse 1: Wop Dell]
Why the fuck you in the club if you ain't throwin' no ones?
I can't have no niggas 'round me if you ain't totin' no gun
Cinna-bun on the chopper, sound like you rollin' your tongue
Man, it's crazy I get paid, used to do this shit for fun
Mom, I'm selling drugs, I know it sound bad
And his car ain't really shit, it just sound fast
And your bitch a Proud Snack like Penny Proud dad
And now these niggas hit my phone like, "Wop, I'm down bad"
7-8, Murder Valley, we gon' slide for that
In my pants, pocket rocket, a surprise attack
I need the money, all that fuckin', ain't got time for that
Opps still mad they can't get they mama back
I told you once, I get mad, then it's over
Creepin' down your block masked up, we at your door like we Jehovahs
I'ma still kill you after you pay me what you owe me
In first place with this shit and all these chains be my trophies
And your bitch want me 'cause you boring
Masked up, kick in the door, we in the house like we Cory
And your brother, he won't live to tell the story
Leave him swimming with the fishes, this the sequel, Finding Dory
Silencer on the barrel don't make noise
Baby A's and AK's be my toys
I get to clutchin' on my Glock when I'm 'noyed
Germ say I gotta stop, we having motion, niggas think that we the—

[Chorus: Wop Dell]
Boyz 'N Motion
Go, go, go
Boyz
We give you our devotion
We give you our—
Go
Go, go, go

[Verse 2: Toohda Band$]
We them boys, I ain't talkin' 'bout them D niggas
We ain't in Miami, but we still got the heat with us
You got zero to your name like you D. Lillard
Ain't no limit on this chop like I'm P. Miller
Quit sayin' R.I.P. that man, you ain't pop his killer
Leave a nigga's shirt red like Mike on "Thriller"
Bitch, we can't exchange numbers, I ain't Bryson Tiller
She been hanging with the opps, had my auntie kill her
If I can't knock her on the blade, I bet Loso get her
Pull up right in front them niggas, get close up with it
I been surfin' through his hood, he a no-show in it
All them lines in your juice, you got Karo in it
You just got your ass re-rocked
We just cleaned them niggas' street like a detox
Select fire on the A, could make it beatbox
Keep squeezin' on this bitch until it de-cock
You'd think this bitch attached the way I keep Glock
Bitch, I'm on the paper route like I'm Key Glock
My bitch gave me fire head, made my feet lock
We got motion in the hood, this the weed spot
Ain't no reachin' for my chain, this ain't yay kit
If you ain't active with that glizzy, we gon' take blick
Tre is not a camera man, but he take hits
Threw a beam on the fully, so I can't miss

[Chorus: Wop Dell]
Boyz 'N Motion
Go, go, go
Boyz
We give you our devotion
We give you our—
Go
Go, go, go

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Wop Dell]
Boyz 'N Motion
Go, go, go
Boyz
We give you our devotion
We give you our—
Go
Go, go, go