[Intro: G.T.]
Yeah
That shit crazy
Turn me up in the headphone
Ayy
Brrt
Brrt
Motion, ayy, yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm a Detroit legend like I'm Juan or Blade
The home of rockin' Cartiers, whips slidin' on blades
If rap don't work, I'm supplyin' the yay
Hit the road for thirty days, tryna find me a state
Back in grind mode, ramen noodles, no more steak
Fuck tryna buy the crib, I wanna buy the estate
I got a couple E's sold, got pills on the road
Chillin' by the fireplace at the house by the lake
The bag in, it's fishscale, you can tell by the flake
Thе National a hundred racks, you can eat off the paint
I just want what's minе, after that, I'm straight
Had to pump my brakes, stop blowin' my cake
I been stayin' out the limelight, tryna get my mind right
I know how to sit back and pop out when the time right
Prezi ain't got one stone, but it shine bright
Wake up, I don't know which way to go, I might do gold or white
When you gettin' real paper, lil' nigga, you got options
Mixin' up designer, I got Dior on Prada
My bitch ain't got no waist, a cold face like a model
It's gon' cost a couple dollars if you hoes tryna follow
We poppin' seals, bro, poppin' corks on Spade bottles
We play the cards we was dealt, they my spade partner
Niggas think they doin' somethin', need to go way harder
You can get the blow soft, but the yay way harder
Yeah
That shit crazy
Turn me up in the headphone
Ayy
Brrt
Brrt
Motion, ayy, yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm a Detroit legend like I'm Juan or Blade
The home of rockin' Cartiers, whips slidin' on blades
If rap don't work, I'm supplyin' the yay
Hit the road for thirty days, tryna find me a state
Back in grind mode, ramen noodles, no more steak
Fuck tryna buy the crib, I wanna buy the estate
I got a couple E's sold, got pills on the road
Chillin' by the fireplace at the house by the lake
The bag in, it's fishscale, you can tell by the flake
Thе National a hundred racks, you can eat off the paint
I just want what's minе, after that, I'm straight
Had to pump my brakes, stop blowin' my cake
I been stayin' out the limelight, tryna get my mind right
I know how to sit back and pop out when the time right
Prezi ain't got one stone, but it shine bright
Wake up, I don't know which way to go, I might do gold or white
When you gettin' real paper, lil' nigga, you got options
Mixin' up designer, I got Dior on Prada
My bitch ain't got no waist, a cold face like a model
It's gon' cost a couple dollars if you hoes tryna follow
We poppin' seals, bro, poppin' corks on Spade bottles
We play the cards we was dealt, they my spade partner
Niggas think they doin' somethin', need to go way harder
You can get the blow soft, but the yay way harder
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