Storm - Motivated Freestyle Lyrics

Freestyle Shit Baby
Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah
He need to write but I need motivation
FDNY Had to cool off the playlist
No need to chill with a wastemon
Passing my blunt ima face this!
Got me an Redbone she talking Jamaican
Why would I stop if I cop a new rafe when
All of this music has some type of fate in it
Worship no devils don't be on no Satan shit...
Going to Capital one with a payment due
Yeah
Chilling with Fari they f*cking unlinkable
If I'm a tiger then call me sabertoorh
Baby girl why do you care what a hater do
Storm got so much money nothings unsayable...
Uh
Shut up
Go get your bread up
Talk out your face nigga we gon run up and gun up
After I body you go to your mudda
Storm really making some heat For the fun of
People just flow with it like a new color
Catch it
Brought me a ratchet
It's a 380
She Came with this Mac -10
Go to Atlanta and f*ck up their tracklist
I'm not a hater but niggas not rapping
This is the pain he was speaking of last week...
Also
Take a glance the very new Volvo
All this money that's right in my room
Got your baby in here like a pogo
Really hungry but don't need no food
Kid immune to just having the juice
You ain't catch it these niggas recruits
Smoke no weed but I love me some booth
You can call up my shorty right now
"Man that boy be in love with a Stu"
Imma say what you want me to do?
She say baby don't play her a fool
Go to her like now why is that cool?
Huh?
F*ck a stop sign my life always be on go
All my highlights written deep inside my notes
Tell me in this this lifetime if you a had a choice would it be hoes?
I cook up like Crisco, 808's they really hit your soul
Chilling with Flossy he toting a pole
Saw your lil group when they came and they fold
Fans be asking where I've flown
Told them Kenya Europe Brazil these some places I've gone
Put some ice around my torso so your bitch could catch this cold...
Aretha Franklin they singing they told
Tekashi gone and these niggas still hoes
Fronting on niggas that gave em the most
Save your lil spliff If you thinks it's a float
Aye
Flossy Bandz doing the most
Satori Neptune a goat
YoungEltro really my bro
Uh
Badillo apart of my colt
Shenron be giving em hope
Star Really wanted to know
How do I cook up the coke
Jay got his license revoked
Don't pass the blunt I don't smoke...
Aye
Life's the reality game
It's up to you
Gotta find a new way
Live like you free
Or your work like a slave
Sippin on yak
Like it spiking my plays...
If I spent ten bands she spending ten bands too
F*ck with that nigga he really just bad news
Don't f*ck with bitches I give em a sample
Yeezys my feet where this nigga Ye
And I f*ck with my fans that be bumping Hey
Storm make music in minutes so andale
Cooking up right now as I speak
Listen the flow while I'm killing these beats
Getting her chicken but sucking some beef
She take the black off my very good D
Where in the f*ck did you wanted to be?
Say that you nice but I really don't see it?
Music im cooking be played different regions
He be on TV no kelly and Regis...
Be in the crib while I cook up
I seen the opps and they succumb
Storm is a shooter no CJ McCollum
Your house is full but well mines a lil Fuller
Couple of the bitches they giving my sugar
Uh
Run up the racks
Leader of packs
Sippinn on yack
I'm running low gotta get it again
Freestyle shit man you this ain't wack