FATALITY FREESTYLE *davidsotoproductions* [Thug Life Remix]

FREESTYLE #694208008135 *MOTOR*

Front / uoY kcuF Freestyle (No Lie Remix) *M0RRIS*

Happy Chrillday to Birth (Freestyle) *Seán*

(Mol Ritol Xclusive) AWKWARD + MOTOR- TALIBAN

Undone:Undying RUFF DRAFT *MOTOR*

Mol Ritol Presents: awkward + MOTOR- Fat Bitches Eating Ranch

Elegance ruff draft *MOTOR*

JESUS POPE + MOTOR + AWKWARD- XBOX BUS *Kevin Katana*

Dream ruff draft *MOTOR*

MOTOR- ghoulish (Cover) *MIKE*

MOTOR- Aww (Zaza) [Cover] *MIKE*

MOTOR- To Explain Ruff Draft *JESUS POPE*

MOTOR- Absolutely (Cover) *Madvillain*

Ramsez Curse Ruff Draft v2 *MOTOR*

MOTOR- Pilot Jones (Cover) *Frank Ocean*

Arghhhh bitch .m4a Freestyle (S/o Uncle Tony) *Murcore*

Kukri Sprayed + Lil Mango *MOTOR*

Will Wright + Lil Mango *jaysito type beat*

Daddy’s Home Rough Draft *Jesus Pope*

Stacking up these chips like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Make the money then I dip like I’m Vince Van Patten
I be on TV like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Don’t fuck with VVP or you getting flattened 

And my diamonds VVS got expensive pateks, uh 
Ripping through his vest he don’t know what happened, uh
Got the bitch impressed with the way I’m snapping, uh
Dick up in her breast got the titties clapping uh 
They know I’m the best
Counting up these checks 
Got your ass vexed cause it ain’t a contest 
Pulling up with the Eagles, we got you hitting the Jets
Bitch this ain’t no Walking Dead, but I’ll aim straight for your head 
Jaysito just downed your boy but he gon’ aim for you next 
Send your bitch a text 
She said she want sex 
I ain’t talking Mike Sexton (Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace, Rest in peace)
Life a blessing 
Pull up with the ruger, no Luger, ain’t talking Lex 
Yeah that bitch obsessed
She tryna caress me all up on my chest 
Fucking pest 
Pull it back, bullets popping out like it was some Pez 
She give me head, hella sloppy, slobber all up on my legs 
That bitch made a mess
All up on the bedsheets with her legs spread 
(She) Leaving you on read 
Know you seeing red boy 

Stacking up these chips like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Make the money then I dip like I’m Vince Van Patten
I be on TV like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Don’t fuck with VVP or you getting flattened
And my-
Stacking up these chips like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Make the money then I dip like I’m Vince Van Patten
I be on TV like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Don’t fuck with VVP or you getting flattened
And my-
Stacking up these chips like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Make the money then I dip like I’m Vince Van Patten
I be on TV like I’m Vince Van Patten 
Don’t fuck with VVP or you getting flattened
And my diamonds-

Vince Van Patten *leuqemia*

Yeah, I’m number one just like an ace 
Can’t stop me I’m in first place 
Smoking on that grade A
Like the letter on my card face 
You can’t track my moves
You can’t track my moves 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace 
We gon’ stuff you in the briefcase 

I’m number one, I got it made 
Playing her like Spades 
Blowing up like grenades 
Rocking Guess, no Sherades 
Tell ‘em to bring out the whole ocean although I got a lot on my plate 
And I been gaining weight, gotta get shit straight 
Don’t be talking to me ‘bout devotion, you ain’t never seen my pain 
Ain’t never been through the motions, ain’t never walked in the rain 
Ain’t never swam in the ocean, ain’t never fought with the waves 
Ain’t never had your own notion, you just go copy and paste 

These bitches slither ‘round just like snakes 
In my bag, I ain’t talking ‘bout Jake 
When I drop the tape, there’s gon’ be an earthquake 
Make no mistake, I won’t hit the brakes 
Got this cake like my birthday 
And if you dissing me it may be your worst day 
Switching positions, changing pace she be like “aye”
We do division, splitting pay with the whole gang 
On a mission, we ain’t playing no games 
All that shit’s lame 
Bitch imma Ace if you wanna go to war 
You disgraceful, leave you on the floor 
Gon’ see my face when I’m posted up on tour 
Ain’t gonna wait, bitch I’m knocking down the door 
Won’t go to waste, nah I’m stacking up my lure 
I grab her waist cause I know that she want more 
She got good taste, yeah she know I’m moving forward 
All around me, I see angels- 444

I’m number one just like an ace 
Can’t stop me I’m in first place 
Smoking on that grade A
Like the letter on my card face 
You can’t track my moves
You can’t track my moves 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace 
We gon’ stuff you in the briefcase 
I’m number one just like an ace 
Can’t stop me I’m in first place 
Smoking on that grade A
Like the letter on my card face 
You can’t track my moves
You can’t track my moves 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace

Ace *prod.yonju**

Uh, you can’t bluff on the play, I see through it 
They can’t replicate, how we do it 
Bouta up my rates, got shit moving 
Private agents on the case, we suited 

Flying on a plane, we zooted 
They ain’t really think we do this 
Puffing in the air, mac glue bitch 
Took your girl and you, mad clueless 
I got hella black, mad blue chips
I’m looking relaxed- muted 
You gon’ fall into a trap, then get booted 
Bitch I gotta pair of jacks, you got two six
Throwing down massive cash, I go all in 
Never fold, that would be rash, I’m shot-calling 
Throw it in and make a splash- (like) Spaulding 
Imma turn your ass to ash in the cauldron 
Don’t really give a fuck what they say, imma hit the jackpot 
Ain’t left up to luck, I got my tactics, I got mad plots 
Posted up on the highway with shrooms up in my stashbox 
Counting up my sum, I’m rich as fuck, I feel like BlackRock
Ah, just left the casino 
Ah, car got horse power like keno 
Ah, bitch I’m ruthless no bambino 
Ah, counting c notes 

You can’t bluff on the play, I see through it 
They can’t replicate, how we do it 
Bouta up my rates, got shit moving 
Private agents on the case, we suited

Suited *placewag*

I could take my chances on a bitch but I ain’t really tryna gamble 
Ranting long as shit, hoe I ain’t tryna hear you ramble 
It get frantic when we hit yeah we be spraying like some vandals 
Ain’t no Monsters Inc., but I be posted up with Randal 
Human stencil on my sandal 
Don’t forget, you get dismantled 
If you mentioning my bands in a sentence you getting handled 
Kill ‘Em with my hands, bouta go out like a candle 
Hella primal imma mammal, take the pray and make examples 
 
Bring you to a stand still
Drop the anvil 
Pussy you small, step on your house like an anthill
Throw you in a landfill 
And before you could get back, I took half of your stack now you can’t deal 
MOTOR in transit
Gas smelling rancid 
Doing hella damage, this is pain you can’t manage 
If I see you take advantage, then you know I’m gon’ vanish 
Have your ass banished, send you to another planet 
In a mansion with the granite tabletops, didn’t plan it
Even if the opps had the drop I wouldn’t panic 
And we got hella bombs on the spot, all planted 
Hella guards on the yacht, all standing
If you ever tried, you’d get caught red-handed 
Posted up with a red dot on your head 
And I don’t like to roll, no I do not take meds 
Put plants in a roll and I smoke that instead 
My wallet can’t fold, count up my bread 
Sleep-talking off a ounce in my bed 
The amount that I’m smoking resounds in my breath 
Full house now you folding, ain’t placing no- 

I could take my chances on a bitch but I- really tryna gamble 
-nting long as shit, hoe I ain’t tryna hear you ramble 
It- frantic when we hit yeah we be spraying like some v-
Ain’t no Monsters Inc., but I be posted up with Randal-Randal
-stencil on my sandal 
Don’t forget, you get dismantled 
If you mentioning my bands in a sentence you getting-
Kill ‘Em with my- bouta go out like a candle 
-primal- mammal- pray and- examples

Gamble *Jesus Pope*

I just got into a car crash, but they ain’t find my drugs 
We gon disregard that, swept under the rug 
Bitch I’m the dealer, bet you heard that I’m the fucking plug 
Bitch I’m the dealer, bet you heard that I’m the fucking plug 

Finna up the ante, pushing the pot 
Smoking on candy, sticky like Gorilla Snot 
Sipping on the brandy, accidentally spilled a lot
Trying to ban me but I’m taking every slot
(I) Gotta pair of ladies, you don’t get shit on the flop 
Pull up in Mercedes, see you parked in a fiat 
I don’t wanna pay these motherfuckers to be on
Go far away, to infinity and beyond
Bouta make a raise and it would be best not to call 
She tryna praise me, but she don’t know me at all 
They tryna shake me, they all wanna see me fall 
They tryna play me, they don’t wanna play ball 
But I’m playing my cards
Tryna move smart 
Moving fast up the charts 
Stack hella large 

Off a psilocybin bar 
Bouta go to mars 
Rapping on guitars 
And the shit still hard 
Her ass fat, hella lard 
She throw it back, free of charge
Thinking I’m the king of her heart-heart-hear

I just got into a car crash, but they ain’t find my drugs 
We gon disregard that, swept under the rug 
Bitch I’m the dealer, plug-plug-plug-plug-plug
Bitch I’m the dealer, drugs-drugs-drugs-drugs
I just got into a car crash, but they ain’t find my drugs 
We gon disregard that, swept under the rug 
Bitch I’m the dealer, bet you heard that I’m the fucking plug 
Bitch I’m the dealer, bet you heard that I’m the fucking plug

Dealer *envyy*

(Verse 1- MOTOR)
I be posted in the trap 
Flowing like a tap
Don’t be selling me that cabbage boy, straight up boofy pack 
When I pull up with the MAC, nah they don’t know how to act 
I be on attack, bouta take you off the map
See your lil bitch bending over, imma put it in her back 
They all call me Santa how I carry round my sack 

(Verse 2- Jesus Pope)
Carry round my sack, your bitch carry round my cock
Call you JFK, cause I’m just taking off your top 
Start and I can’t sto-
Your bitch see me with the VVs, she keep fucking on me, won’t stop 
Imma pull up with the mo-
Imma pull up with the mop 

(Verse 3- MOTOR) 
Growing weed, harvesting crops 
Your bitch dumb as rocks, and I still eat on her box 
X your ass out, yeah I hit you with the cross 
And I’m throwing round my balls, like we-we playing lacrosse
In your mouth, you be catching balls like Randy Moss
Posted with the sauce, nah, your ass getting to-

(Verse 4- Jesus Pope)
At your house I’m throwing rocks
At your house I’m sending missiles 
Your bitch suck my pickle 
Your bitch look at me- now that’s a whistle 
Suck up on her milk, just like-just like thistle 
Feeling like a dog, I eat her pussy up like kibble

This is the best reggae song I ever heard

Gnag Mom Presents: MOTOR- Balls + Jesus Pope *MOTOR*

Gnag Mom Presents: MOTOR- Followed *larua + brood + anem0s*

(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*

YAK (1.20 x, 2.00 st)

You already know what the fuck going on we pooping on yo mamaaaaaa

Penis Poop Alex Locke *FOWLA*

MOTOR II This is all my random shit- beats, throwaways, drafts, experiments, etc. enjoy
(And no the WiiMii isn’t supposed to look like me stfu)

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