lirik lagu cel nolackin & babyfxce e - no motion
[intro: cel nolackin]
d~mn
yeah
man, this n~gga
ayy, listen, uh, uh
(i got brizz on the beat, he go crazy)
i got a gun for every n~gga say they want smoke with me
(buru beats)
alright, alright, listen, n~gga
[chorus: cel nolackin]
i got a glock for every n~gga want some beef with me (beef)
i also got some shorties that be throwed off and’ll bend for free (them n~ggas slidin’)
that n~gga slid and caught one, but he told, so he banned from the b (what the f~ck?)
i still be in the y, i got some n~ggas who bend in the east (that’s on god)
come through my block, that sh~t get stopped, we knock his doors off (grrah)
aimin’ at his chest, that nickel jumped and knocked his nose off (that’s off thе ‘net)
we caught an opp off drank, he sippеd a four and then he dozed off (haha)
if you don’t got no paper, got no motion, then that’s your fault (get out my face)
[verse 1: cel nolackin]
when o had signed me, beef was up, that sh~t went in the wind (them n~ggas dead)
i told tron grab that john, he dropped that bag and he bent him again (skrrt)
he caught a b, looked in my eyes, say, “i’ll do it again” (i’ll do it again)
i know he wasn’t lyin’ from when he hopped out and banged at the rim (bah, bah)
he texted my brother comin’ back, said, “i want me a limb”
i’m stuck inside the mall, don’t got my glock, i’ll do him in timbs (shoot that n~gga)
i’m in new york bangin’ with bloods, yeah, i’m bangin’ with brims (bl~~dy)
he triy to chill by that car, he try to run, left his sh~t by the rims (bah)
i’m a big~ass opp with a big~ass knot (n~gga)
with a big~ass glock and i’m standin’ right on top (on god)
n~ggas started sh~t with me, i feel like sk!lla, i can’t stop (what’s up with n~ggas)
man, i’ma spend every dollar ’til i heard them n~ggas drop (until they dead)
ask about the last n~gga, heard they took his ass up top (hah)
that n~gga thought his ass was tough, that p~ssy died from tryna box (d~mn)
and since we talkin’ ’bout a box, on back this glock, i got a box
push this b~tch straight to the left and watch it tear up the whole spot, n~gga (on god)
[chorus: cel nolackin]
i got a glock for every n~gga want some beef with me (like what?)
i also got some shorties that be throwed off and’ll bend for free (skrrt)
that n~gga slid and caught one, but he told, so he banned from the b (oh my god)
i still be in the y, i got some n~ggas who bend in the east (bah)
come through my block, that sh~t get stopped, we knock his doors off (grrah)
aimin’ at his chest, that nickel jumped and knocked his nose off (it’s off the ‘net)
we caught an opp off drank, he sipped a four and then he dozed off (n~gga died)
if you don’t got no paper, got no motion, then that’s your fault (that’s your fault)
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
if i hit him with this b~tch, he gon’ be handicapped (for sure)
put a hole in the middle of his chest, look like a f~nny pack (fap, fap)
step on him, he under my boot like where andy at
if you see me with a nike ski, somebody made mad (on god)
huh, f~ck, sh~t (b~tch), b~tch (yeah)
you would think they cut my power off how i flip the switch (switch)
you would think they all cheatin’ on me how i switch my b~tch
crazy i done got so f~ckin’ lit, i’m makin’ n~ggas p~ssed (d~mn)
huh, drive the srt to the nyc (uh~huh)
i done put the f~r~t on the arp
n~gga, if it’s up, then it’s up, it ain’t no fakin’ beef
yeah, i got a chop for anybody think that they gon’ play with me (n~gga), b~tch
[chorus: cel nolackin]
i got a glock for every n~gga want some beef with me (like what?)
i also got some shorties that be throwed off and’ll bend for free (skrrt)
that n~gga slid and caught one, but he told, so he banned from the b (oh my god)
i still be in the y, i got some n~ggas who bend in the east (bah)
come through my block, that sh~t get stopped, we knock his doors off (grrah)
aimin’ at his chest, that nickel jumped and knocked his nose off (it’s off the ‘net)
we caught an opp off drank, he sipped a four and then he dozed off (n~gga died)
if you don’t got no paper, got no motion, then that’s your fault (that’s your fault)
[outro: babyfxce e & cel nolackin]
b~tch (n~gga)
f~ck you talkin’ ’bout?
uh
pistol packin’, we no lackin’, baby
ah, we no lackin’, pistol packin’
pistol packin’, no, no lackin’
hop out, bang that sh~t in traffic, n~gga
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