YB - Lost Motives (BluePrint)

[Verse 1]

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, fuck the critics

Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away

I came in by myself, they ain't listen

I was the nigga 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 shit on his mama, we did some dirt with that choppa

We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuckin', come swallow

They tryna slip off the condom, these bitches 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 bitch at yo' mama

Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, you want problems?"

Another homi, another body, another hat for the dollar

 

[Chorus]

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, nigga, 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 shit, I still don't fear you

You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you

I make that music that them young niggas 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', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do

I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you

Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

 

[Verse 2]

Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you"

Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do

Cuddlin' in a black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too

Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you

Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, 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 keep doin' shit that you can't do

 

[Chorus]

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, nigga, 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 shit, I still don't fear you

You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you

I make that music that them young niggas 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', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do

I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you

Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too