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nba youngboy – lost motives Lyrics

lost motives by nba youngboy

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, f--- the critics
Ridin’ on the wave, you gon’ wash away
I came in by myself, they ain’t listen
I was the n---- 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 s--- on his momma
We did some dirt with that choppa

We done upgraded to models
B------ want f-----’, come swallow
They tryna slip out the condom
These b------ 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 s--- at yo’ momma
Smokin’ on dope, clutchin’ my pole
Hollerin’, b----, 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 oh, is we gon’ die
‘Cause, n----, 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 s---, I still don’t feel you
You make one move and my young n----- gon’ drill you
I make that music that them young n----- 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’ now till I show shorty these pills do
I see these hoes steady cappin’, tryna fed you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

Told her I love her, she responded, b----, I hate you
Totin’ .380, I’ma show ’em what that K do
Condo in all black Maybach, I need a wraith, too
N----, don’t run up on this b---- ’cause we gon’ spray you
Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, b----, 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 s--- 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, n----, 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 s---, I still don’t feel you
You make one move and my young n----- gon’ drill you
I make that music that them young n----- 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’ now till I show shorty these pills do
I see these hoes steady cappin’, tryna fed you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too