[Intro]
(Okay)
Yo, this shit actually slaps lowkey (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1- MOTOR]
Walking down the street I see this little fine biddie
She like, "Do you wanna fuck?" I said, "Okay, not really"
'Cause my ego is the size of five nine-story buildings (Yeah, yeah)
Multiplied by sixty, and they stacked like chips
Inside a Pringles can, I don't have to abide by shit
We doing drive-bys inside 2005 Honda Civics
Eating Five Guys, I told her open wide (Yeah, yeah)
I'm stealing all your sauce and locking it inside my fucking safe and sealing it (Yeah, yeah)
So deal with it
I'm feeling it
Don't be a fucking hero bitch
I'm hearing it, the shit you talk
I don't have to adhere to it
I'm really heavy spirited (Uh, uh)
So you gon' have to lyrically rip me apart in order to throw any kinda borderline
Dirt, on my name, but I'm never really fearing it
You, say I'm lame, I'm like, "Look into the mirror bitch!"
I, can't be tamed, it would have to be a miracle for you to critically beat me down until it's difficult for me to get back up and I turn clinically cynical (Yeah)
Two, lil Glocks, and they twins, they identical (Yeah, yeah)
Motor rapping on a funk beat, unforgettable (Okay)
Dropped a lil diss, now your career is unrepairable (Yeah)
Listen to your new shit, I'm like, "Screw this, shit is terrible!"
It's pitiful, you bitches don't know how to fit these syllables
It's typical, you think that you're mystical doing minimal
It's visible, to me that I'm spittin' and at my pinnacle
I'm pivotal, just making raps sittin' around my living room (Yeah, yeah)
You just dropped some trash and your fans ain't ever forgivin' you (Nope!)
Thinkin' clout is free, there ain't nothing Imma be givin' you (Uh)
If you didn't pull some shit on me, maybe we could be pretty cool
But you tried to belittle me, so now you gon' get ridiculed
All my shit is bitten, I'm coming back and I'm hitting you
Saying you legit, you a bitch and no one gon' sit with you
They say that I'm lit 'cause I'm witty, don't get into nitty gritty, but it's so clear that I'm winning and I just finished you
[Beat Transition- MOTOR, lil awkward, Gttcily]
(Yo bruh, what's happening?)
This shit be bussin'! (Screaming)
Dude I told you not to fuck my dad, what was that about?
I'm sorry, (Inaudible)
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(Inaudible) (Laughing)
This is no laughing matter
You don't have to tell me...
(GTTC)
(Laughing) Goddamnit
[Verse 2- MOTOR]
(Uh) Fuck it, we start it back up
He was talking shit, so I told him, "You better back up!" (Uh, yeah)
Bitch this ain't no school, but it's time for your ass to pack up (Yeah)
Fuck up out my face 'fore you really get yourself smacked up, uh
Snap his back, like a Kit Kat, uh
Yeah I love my cheese, but I will never be a rat uh (Yeah)
See these bitches runnin' away when I pull the gat, uh
Shawty wanna fuck, so her boyfriend is tryna scrap, uh (I'mmm)
I'm posted at your crib, with your girl, sippin' coffee (Yeah)
Said I need 'em bills, "A$AP," no Rocky (Uh)
Bitch I spit the facts, and all you can do is copy (Uh)
I just spit the truth, and all you can do is mock me
Mark my words, my music finna be a far reach
On my phone, typing PornHub on my Safari (Yeah)
My girl lookin' over my shoulder, and she done saw me (Uh-oh, fuck)
All I really had to say was, "I'm sorry!"
Trust me, you think she bad, but your girl is crusty
Back, on my old shit, I'm blowin' off all the dust
And I'm cleaning and scrubbing off my style, there ain't no rust (Yeah)
'Cause every single lyric that I write is just bound to bust
You claiming you're a dog, in that case, you're just a mutt
And I told that bitch don't test me if-
Fuck, I'm done (Sigh)
[Verse 3- lil awkward]
Pussy wanna get physical
Get rid of him, and don't leave no residuals (Yeah, yeah)
Me and you are two different individuals (Okay)
You're at your worst, and I be at my pinnacle, uh (It be like)
Took his girl, now he cynical (What?)
All on his story he posting subliminals
Got no emotions, I'm numb and I'm clinical
Put you in a coma, the doctors gon' visit you, uh (Coma!)
[Outro]
"On sight!"
