Текст NBA YoungBoy – Lost Motives
Текст:
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
For to fall, they been waitin’ on me, I know that’s what they all say
Live it up, they been hatin’ on me, I ain’t trippin’ ’cause we all paid
New Givenchy, fuck the critics
I came in by myself, they ain’t listen
I was the nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition
Came up runnin’, we’ll take off from them cop cars
When we got caught, ain’t do no trippin’, that’s what made us
This 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us
To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won’t change us
Behind my mans, I’ll die today, I won’t change up
I put that shit on his mama, we did some dirt with that choppa
We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuckin’, come swallow
They tryna slip off the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas
The one I want, I ain’t find her
But spendin’ time with them robbers, we all play with them choppas, we shoot this shit at yo’ mama
Smokin’ on dope, clutchin’ my pole, hollerin’, «Bitch, you want problems?»
Another hymen, another body, another hat for the dollar
Come to murder, ain’t no talkin’, we leave yo’ streets bloody
I’m tryna knock this brother off with the same gun
And I ain’t ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, is we gon’ die?
‘Cause, nigga, we gon’ be slangin’ iron today
Leave me alone, I’m seein’ trouble in my rear view
They steady talkin’, show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don’t fear you
You make one move and my young niggas gon’ drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon’ kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo’ back, don’t let ’em steal you
Ain’t trippin’, not ’til I show shawty what these pills do
I see them hoes steady cappin’, tryna fed you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too
Told her I love her, she responded, «Bitch, I hate you»
Totin’.380, I’ma show ’em what that K do
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in all black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too
Nigga, don’t run up on this bitch ’cause we gon’ spray you
Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon’ face you
Bleed from the nose, I’m screamin «blatt,» the truth like Jesus
Even though I did, don’t let them people say I made you
‘Cause I’ma steady do shit that you can’t do
Come to murder, ain’t no talkin’, we leave yo’ streets bloody
I’m tryna knock this brother off with the same gun
And I ain’t ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, is we gon’ die?
‘Cause, nigga, we gon’ be slangin’ iron today
Leave me alone, I’m seein’ trouble in my rear view
They steady talkin’, show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don’t fear you
You make one move and my young niggas gon’ drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon’ kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo’ back, don’t let ’em steal you
He got a problem, he’ll shoot, I’ll kill, too
Ain’t trippin’, not ’til I show shawty what these pills do
I see them hoes steady cappin’, tryna fed you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too