Lyrics No Motion - S0K0

Uh, shit, yeah, uh
Made a bag but won't stop now, bitch I'm touching more
If you ain't here for me, then hit the fucking door
Heard you got a brand new chain, what you tuck it for
Too much drip up on my fucking fit, that's what the puddle for
Too much drip finna hit Pairs out in fashion week
He was talking shit, I threw the left hook now he fast asleep
You hopped on a song and said it's hard, it sound like ass to me
In that SRT up on the highway, you ain't passing me
Got a deep bag, I ain't hopping out of it
Why you flexing cash, I think all them hoes is counterfeit
My bag is so fucking big I could never stop counting it
They talking shit we gon' end it, not allowing it
Hold up, on the highway living my way, bitch I'm a boss
You can't live like us, expensive life, you don't know what it cost
Every L I took was a lesson, could never take a loss
If I get hit with some shit I walk forward and shake it off
Big bag finna break it off, share it with my gang and shit
Bro don't miss a shot you would've thought his ass had aim assist
I was in a Track and my bro went brought a Range to VIP
I can't do the watch if it ain't flooded, yo wrist plain as shit
Ain't no plane lil' bitch, but you should know we fly as fuck
I don't take a L, I'm up like fifty, you ain't tying up
He was talking shit up on my gang and now he trying to duck
All I see is ice everywhere but I can't find a puck

Ain't no hockey, diamonds dancing off the fucking chain
My money big body as fuck, it's strong as fucking Shane
He ain't in the cut, we making fun of him, 'cause bro a lame
They trying to dick suck, couple years ago they ain't even know my name
Show my chain, VVS not no SI
You say you in the deep end but that water ain't even chest high
Gang hit 'em with a right and busted up his left eye
Really I just tell the truth and I know all the rest lie
Bitch you a known capper, say some shit it don't matter
This a SRT, fuck yo Scat, this bitch go faster
Everything we say it come to life, we ain't no actors
You more worried 'bout an image than money, bitch, you so backwards
Fix yo priorities
In that SRT I fucking race it duck authorities
Bitch I ran it up but I ain't done because it's more to see
Work ethic so crazy, bitch, I work like it's 'bout four of me
I'm the best 'cause bitch that's what I was born to be
Yeah, born to be a hit maker
Really you ain't getting shit, really I just get paper
Bro don't want a fade 'cause he a pussy, won't even get taper
If my racks fall and hit the ground, they make a big crater
Crater with the money, you a hater, you a dummy
Most these people switching sides so would you hate or would you love me
And I heard yo lil' bro rap but I'm greater than your buddy
And I know you really cap, you a faker with the money

You ain't really touching shit, talking about nothing bitch
Talking 'bout some money, nah (Shh) I ain't discussing it
Bro ain't sipping wine, just be chilling with a cup of Tris
Getting a big bag only thing up on my bucket list
Nothing else really matter, just to keep it a thousand
Dropping racks at the mall, yeah I heard you just be browsing
And lil' bitch I'm going up it's my turn, no way around it
Don't come around when I'm up, yeah, just keep on doubting
Yeah, yeah, just keep on talking, yeah, see how far it get you
And these hollows fucking deadly, you stop moving if they hit you
They trying to walk up in my shoes, I said fuck it, if it fit you
Get the fuck up off my phone, I am not the one to bitch to
I'm the one who's finna bitch you if you ever talking down
They used to talk a lot, I went up, now they ain't talking now
Lencis like five pounds, it's like a workout trying to walk around
Hop up in the Jeep, yeah, bring that Trackhawk around
Waking up the block when I start the fucking engine
Why the fuck you still shooting, you only known for fucking missing
And that bullshit for the birds, I leave that shit just for the pigeons
And I knew I was the goat since that one day I made Distance
Only gang know that song, it's still a classic though
Scoring every time but don't get it fucked up, I still pass to bro
Why you still with that bitch my bro just fucked her, just ask the hoe
Please don't talk about fucking racks, you don't got half my dough
Bro talking shit but he scared, said it in a passive tone
Bitch I'm the king, I stay at the top, they can't snatch the throne
Diamonds on my wrist, kicks iridescent just to match the stones
Please don't talk about motion
Cause is you having? No