The Motto- Freestyle

Arms you know the team nigga
It's MMG we get paid to wake up 'cause we
Hustle hard before we go to sleep, hahaha
Philly in the building
Should've never let a nigga like
Me on the map
'Cause I'm just gon' kill shit ayy

Bottle after bottle
(Bottle) , model after model (Model)
Spending all this paper like I
Fucking hit the lotto (Woo)
All I know is YOLO
(YOLO) nigga, that's the motto (Motto)
Ricky told me
"Get 'em" and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way
Never stay
Once I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way
That-a-way young nigga from the bottom
And I never had a way
I really went from whipping
62's to whipping '62s
Ain't none of my niggas Crip
And we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags
Getting they bitches shoes
You wondering why she ain't fucking
We win and, nigga, you lose
Haha! yeah, I'm flexing (Flex)
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
(Bitch)
And all my diamonds clear, they VVS-ing
(Gleam)
I turn into a toilet on these niggas
They BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em (Ha ha ha)
Hold up, I really shitted on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made
A milli on 'em
It don't matter what city I'm in
I'm going Philly on 'em (Philly)
With my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I'm going to Houston
I heard that's where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down
Think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and
Ask her for some feedback like "Shorty
Do you love this dick? You
Know who you fucking with?"
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like
"You fucking bitch"
Don't I talk nasty? She
Don't know my government
But she gon' get this dick and chew
Me up just like some Doublemint
Check me, I be jumping out the coupe
(Woo) , swagger through the roof (Woo)
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
(What up) i ain't gotta lie
(Lie) , they know I'm the truth
And I ain't gotta say I'm fly
This G5 with the crew (Nyeeeer)
I'm in the air, bitch
(Bitch) , diamonds clear, bitch (Bitch)
Took off my Rollie and got
On some Aude-mir shit (Nice)
I hear these haters talking
But I don't hear shit
‘Cause we get them bricks and stack
Them up just like a pyramid

Y'all niggas talk like bitches do (Bitch)
Same niggas in the district giving interviews
(Snitches)
I got killers on my team that'll get at you
(yeah)
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Black 3 Cement, sag jean sitting low
Effortless flow, a couple sum'n a show
Youngin is 21, we playing
Probably fuck up your budget, yea
I'm playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever
We running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab you know I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds
Ain't tricking if you got it
Designer shit, though I'm modest
Astonishing to be honest
Obama shit on my arm
A presidential you got it?
Get your revenue popping before
You ever do talking
On niggas who work too hard to
Not show it off via flossing
Double-M-G harder than anything that
You part of this professional ball
The best you niggas is
Yea I'm on that ball shit
Boy you with that soft shit
‘Fore he hit the room
Hear a "Vroom!" from the Porsche bitch
"On that Yamaha, pardon me
That's Meek and them"
She say she is not a groupie
"I just wanna speak to them!"
You lying though, ha, you trying to go
Apply smoke and watch the
Motherfucking pride go
These little bitches is little bitches
We never love ‘em
To all the sisters with ambition
I see your hustle i'm trying to go though
Y'all already know though
Stepping on ‘em, they slept on us
I'm now NoDoz whoever want it
They better note that I'm so focused
A message to my opponent: they better
Off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your
Bitch is like an L
When she out, you, all she need is like an L
That's why I never trust a ho, no, never me
I just wanna get some head
Maybe ass ‘fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving
She easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping
You gon' need to meet Krueger
I can't stand no motherfucking Hoover
I'ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably abuse it
Around me, my crew
Your bitch probably throw two up
Party with bitches that throw
Parties too much we skip right to fucking
They call you to do lunch
And what deuce up! Out

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