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motion - chopz (mi) lyrics

[intro: chopz]
(i ain’t gon’ lie, you tripped on this b*tch, jay)
chopz

[verse]
i been locked in, ain’t worryin’ ’bout partyin’ lately
gettin’ boujee with this sh*t, for me to talk you gotta pay me
it’s pape’ on the road, baby, you might see me later
n*ggas don’t like us, slit your wrist, do us a favor
either way it go, man that sh*t suicide
.45 vector with a fully ar on the gun side
jay cooked this beat up on the quick side
and i’ma walk it straight down like i was in a line
n*gga, i always wait my turn, never skipped a line
i never took off a n*gga plate just to fill mine
i don’t do that hoe sh*t ’cause it ain’t in my blood
look out without sayin’ sh*t, bro, that’s real love
a hundred plants at one time, bro, i got a real plug
how it taste, how it smoke, man, you know it’s that cali bud
if n*ggas could be us, thеn they probably would
if i had the power to k!ll hatin’ n*ggas, man i probably would
keep askin’, “chopz, whеn you gon’ drop?”, b*tch, i’m chillin’, b*tch
my tape gon’ have a couple songs, still gon’ be sh*ttin’, b*tch
still gon’ be on the grind like i’m lou, when i’m rich, b*tch
might still catch me on the m like i ain’t got sh*t
chillin’ in pop rox like i ain’t got stick
ain’t no roddy ricch sh*t goin’ on, we ain’t boxin’ sh*t
how sh*t planned out, n*ggas gon’ be sick
b*tch p*ssy wet, man, it got me seasick
i ain’t wanna hit that b*tch, she ain’t even on my hit list
if she cute and she thick, she might end up on my call list
but i need to get rich, i can’t stall, b*tch
i’m tryna pull up in that type sh*t, they gon’ be like, “aww sh*t”
i’m tryna pull up in that type sh*t
i’m tryna pull up in that type sh*t, they gon’ be like, “aww sh*t”
i’m tryna pull up in that type sh*t
i’m tryna—, alright
tha same old chopz that was talkin’ ’bout “walk”
the same old chopz was drinkin’ lean before it was gettin’ bought
if i drink green, i make sure my pop look like hulk
on the road to riches and my plan not to get lost
i was lost for a minute, now i’m back on it
on that mean sh*t, i was tryna chill, but i’m back on it
you gotta problem, glock like a potato, b*tch, it’s fully loaded
i ain’t 4pf, but i need my pockets fully loaded
done callin’ b*tches cute, baby you the coldest
keep askin’ why i keep sayin’, “walk”, baby, that’s my slogan
b*tch want me to drive the boat, i’m sittin’ back coastin’
n*gga think he finna pop a thirty, he finna pop a motrin
n*gga think he finna pop a thirty, he ’bout to pop a—
n*gga think he finna f*ck with us, first, get some motion
first get some motion
first get some motion
alright

- chopz mi lyrics

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