[Intro]
(Yo, yo this beat actually really hard)
[Chorus]
I don't know what these niggas rappin' 'bout, but it ain't motion
The only time I call this bitch phone to get her face open
When we peep, we sleepin' on the beat, that's when we lay on 'em
You a runner’s runner, come around, you might get a promotion
Hoe screenshottin’, so I hit him on my dawg’s Insta
Why you actin' boujee? Bitch, you workin' at a call center
Throwin' out assists, you my nigga, I'ma ball wit' ya
You ain't from the hood if you ain't ever knuckle up on Central
[Verse]
Yeah I love my glizzy, I don't fuck wit' Dracs, like Pusha T
Yeah, I'm homeless if they say my favorite eater for the streets
Shit cutthroat for real, ain't no friends in these streets
Man this money’ll have a nigga wack his daddy like Tariq
Cook a slip up, and fuck around and had a bank twerkin'
He ain't plugged in wit' the sauce, got him when it ain't workin'
If you bring me three custos, that's 'bout six verses
Yeah your pussy MK, you ain't gettin' no Birkin
[Chorus]
I don't know what these niggas rappin' 'bout, but it ain't motion
The only time I call this bitch phone to get her face open
When we peep, we sleepin' on the beat, that's when we lay on 'em
You a runner’s runner, come around, you might get a promotion
Hoe screenshottin’, so I hit him on my dawg’s Insta
Why you actin' boujee? Bitch, you workin' at a call center
Throwin' out assists, you my nigga, I'ma ball wit' ya
You ain't from the hood if you ain't ever knuckle up on Central
[Outro]
(Yo, yo this beat actually really hard)