Sace MVP - Motion Forever Lyrics

I got motion forever
Uh
Ok
Makin' 10K in a slow day
When I go outside look both ways
100 round drum on a AK
Sippin' on lean you sip Bombay
I got motion forever
Diamonds on me look better
Gucci on and Margiela
Totin' on a Berretta
Ay, I'm on the streets put my foot on the gas
If they talkin' shit put my foot on they ass
30 round drum when I fill up the mag
Count up the cash while they lookin' all mad
What you made like last year, I made that shit this week
And what you made like this year, I blew that shit in less than a week
What I be sayin' this shit ain't free
Wanna get put on gotta pay that fee
Rob that nigga I need everything
Give me all the cash and I'll let you be
Give me all the cash and I'll let you live
Or I'll shoot you and I'll split yo wig
Don't think I'm playin' when I speak on that shit
This my life for real lil bitch
Niggas they hate don't pay them no mind
They just broke as f*ck that's why
Diamonds on my wrist watch, okay
Watch go tik tock, okay
You be sittin' on TikTok, you lame
Better get your bread up, that's a shame
We all know that you cannot be me
Keep watching I'm the one you believe
Pop out with the gang yeah I pop out with Glocks
Run up on me then you bound to get shot
223's they hit yo top
Hit you if you wanna talk
Nigga shut the f*ck up, you lame
Beat up ass whip nigga stay in yo lane
Gave 'em the drop and I stood outside
That nigga ain't do a damn thing
Why the f*ck you cappin
We was outside for like two hours
Nigga matter fact almost three
Next time we see 'em we leave 'em dead on the street
Pussy ass nigga you gon' feel that heat
223's they split through trees
You can't run from that red beam
Makin' 10K in a slow day
When I go outside look both ways
100 round drum on a AK
Sippin' on lean you sip Bombay
I got motion forever
Diamonds on me look better
Gucci on and Margiela
Totin' on a Berretta
Ay, I'm on the streets put my foot on the gas
If they talkin' shit put my foot on they ass
30 round drum when I fill up the mag
Count up the cash while they lookin' all mad
What you made like last year, I made that shit this week
And what you made like this year, I blew that shit in less than a week
Make that Glock go doo doo doo
Pull up on me I go coo-coo
I keep me that special tool
It make me feel incredible
Tote that 45, aye
He talkin' online, aye, aye
Hit 'em with a headshot, okay
Watch the way his head rock, okay
Keep a Berretta, okay
Hit 'em with a red dot, okay
Made a 100K in three days
It's been a good month, okay
Came up on cash you can say I got lucky
Do anything I got love for the money
If he try to take it I get straight to dumping
You can't take me for no dummy
I'm way too up, I'm way too up
Made 10K before you woke up
Can't f*ck with him he show no love
I know that nigga fakin' bruh
Can't finesse a finesser
I, put you on a stretcher
I, promise I get you
I, promise I'll wet ya
You gon' die
That shit we speak about, we don't play about that shit
I swear
Aye, ten Glocks two niggas, they get shot down
Swear if we catch 'em Imma motherf*ckin' run 'em down
Makin' 10K in a slow day
When I go outside look both ways
100 round drum on a AK
Sippin' on lean you sip Bombay
I got motion forever
Diamonds on me look better
Gucci on and Margiela
Totin' on a Berretta
Ay, I'm on the streets put my foot on the gas
If they talkin' shit put my foot on they ass
30 round drum when I fill up the mag
Count up the cash while they lookin' all mad
What you made like last year, I made that shit this week
And what you made like this year, I blew that shit in less than a week