Hot dog 2 *larua*

Gnag mom ent *larua*

Generational Curses / Crack *mantra259*

444 Quick freestyle *rubbishrubbish*

Eclipse *prod.relic*

No Más *prod. voidrave99*

(Hook)
Lettuce in my pocket 
They wish they could stop it
Roaming round often
We a common topic 
Blow up like a rocket 
They tryna mock it 
She take off her draws, put my dick up in her socket 

(Verse)
If he got some beef, then we fire up the grill 
I don’t have no time for that, I’m tryna count a mill 
I don’t do synthetics, nah I’m not popping a pill
He caught in a pickle, now he know what is the deal (dill)
That bitch come to my crib and she tryna cop a feel 
I ain’t know that you was really fucking with me still 
This drank make me throw up, so I let that shit spill 
Blowing all this weed out the fucking windowsill
When I’m off the shrooms, life doesn’t feel real 
That’s part of the appeal 
My emotions take the wheel 
I be flying with the teal 
Bitch I’m turning heel 
Hit you with my heel 
Like Eddie Guerrero 
Bitch, I lie, cheat, and steal, hoe 
I don’t want your bitch cause she buns, yeah she cheeks 
All up on me tryna get my sesame seed 
If that bitch DM me, then I’m pressing delete 
Bitch I’m blowing up, accept the defeat 
I’m becoming what I’m destined to be 
I be charging, cause the best isn’t cheap 
I be counting up my bread in the Jeep 
Trapping and rapping professionally 
Smoke a roach till it’s dead
Shawty said she off the meds 
I just want the head 
She just want the

(Hook)
Lettuce in my pocket 
They wish they could stop it
Roaming round often
We a common topic 
Blow up like a rocket 
They tryna mock it 
She take off her draws, put my dick up in her socket 
Lettuce in my (pocket)
They wish they could (stop it)
Roaming round (often)
We a common (topic)
Blow up like a (rocket)
They tryna (mock it)
She take off her (draws,) put my dick up in her socket

Burger *rubbishrubbish*

+£€ *sickfit instrumental*

(Chorus) 
Nah I’m so far behind 
Finally think I reached the bottom 
I ain’t sober, my mind working different off the bottle 

(Verse)
It all goes undefined 
I can’t find the words I want 
Tried to put ‘em all, in a song 
But it all just feels so wrong 
I was all alone, but nobody saw me here 
Nobody saw me here, nobody saw me here 
Scared of all the things that they telling me to fear 
Telling me to fear 
I showed you my demons and you’re scared now 
I’ll just stay asleep, I don’t care now 
Looking at the ones I love, all of their frowns 
Think about my mom and dad and if they’re proud 
Can’t figure it out
Wanna wear the crown 
Tryna be more known 
But then when I’m out, the people that I’m around make me wanna be alone 
Things I said
You can’t forget 
They’re imbedded in your head 
I’m by myself 
Did it to myself 
I am so selfish 
And I cannot help it 
I bet you be playing all the shit I did on repeat 
Clouded by emotions it’s like you can’t even see me 
It don’t sound the same no more when I hear myself speaking 
I change everyday and Imma different person weekly 

(Chorus) 
Nah I’m so far behind 
Finally think I reached the bottom 
I ain’t sober, my mind working different off the bottle

The Bottle *MOTOR*

(Verse 1- MOTOR)
Posted up with Jesus Pope, we playing 2K
So much flower I could buy that bitch a bouquet 
Giving me brain, shits bomb like Cobain
So much drip, you would think I took FloNase 
This my spliff, so I don’t need to rotate 
Leave no traces, when I kill it’s a cold case 
Only smoking on that gas like propane 
Lil bitch mad that I’m posted in my own lane 

(Verse 2- Jesus Pope)
Bobby Boucher, I got the water 
I’m heating up and you dusty like solder 
I move in silence just like I’m a barter 
And I’m in her peach and I ain’t talking cobbler 
They making moves, but I’m moving smarter 
They going hard, but I’m going harder 
You going far, but I’m going farther 
And if you got bars, then I got some barser 

(Verse 3- MOTOR)
When I’m in that bitch, she squirt like a geyser 
Sipping drank, I’m off the Budweiser 
No cap in my rap, I’m wearing a visor 
You got knowledge, well bitch I am wiser 
Overseeing shit like an advisor 
My ex hitting me up, I despise her 
My shit is solid just like I ate fiber 
She said she need dick, I ain’t have to prescribe her 

(Verse 4- Jesus Pope)
Bitch keep rambling, send it to the publisher 
New York Times just for yapping 
I’m in them cheeks and they clapping 
I pull up on him, and he don’t know what happened 
Call me a QB, I’m sending bullets 
You said you gon’ shoot me, take off his mullet 
She call me a cutie, but I said fuck it 
You know how I shoot threes, I’m getting buckets 

(Verse 5- MOTOR + Jesus Pope)
(If it’s fuck me then it’s fuck you too)
If it’s fuck me, then fuck you too 
I don’t really fuck with you 
Bitch, I’m not cuffing you (Cuffing you)
I had enough of you (Enough of you)
When I pull up, Imma tuck the tool (Tuck the tool)
When I pull up on your avenue (Avenue)
Got this blade I’ll take a stab at you (Stab at you)
Bitch don’t play me, show some gratitude (Gratitude)
Why you always got a attitude? (Attitude)
Why am I always so mad at you?
I be working, I be trapping too (Trapping too)
Imma fuck around and act brand new (Act brand new)

(Refrain- MOTOR + Jesus Pope)
Act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act a fool (Act a fool)
Act a fool 
Act a fool (Act a fool)
Imma act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act brand new

Gnag Mom Presents: Jesus Pope + MOTOR- Brand New *Jesus Pope*

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Gnag mom ent larua

♫ MOTOR ♪

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