WAY TOO MANY TIMES I SWEAR I THOUGH ABOUT RESTARING IT

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*

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*

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(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*

(Chorus)
On demand with the contraband 
They all doubting, I could never let them stop my plans 
Hella people waiting on me to give my command 
Manifesting my destiny so I might expand 

(Verse)
And I swear they ain’t been through what I have, tryna reprimand
Do it all with no help, fuck a second hand 
In my bank account and in my wallet, I got separate bands 
It still ain’t enough to spend on some Giuseppe pants 
I been oscillating 
Back and forth between mentalities and options lately 
Always tend to overthink when I be contemplating 
From my smell, you can tell I’m smoking on the fragrant 
Need to do something, but I still don’t wanna face it 
Want you to love me, but I still don’t wanna chase it 
Tryna keep my strength, like it’s written on the bracelet 
Think this is my chance, and I’m trying not to waste it 
Stressing bout some shit, but I swear to god it’s painless 
Recently I realized I’ve been living hella tasteless
I’ve realized that all of my ideas are hella basic 
Subconscious hard to bare, that’s how I know I gotta tame it 
I can leave my past behind, but I cannot erase it
Wanna reassure me, but you know I won’t believe 
Thinking that I got this living shit down to a tee 
But I’m trying to survive 
I’ve been moving with the breeze 
Steady losing all my steez
Tryna prove I can compete 
Acting stupid, wanna please 
In a loop, I’m breaking free 
Three 4’s, three 3’s
These demons ain’t taking me 
When I move up a degree, it leaves you weak in the knees
My hands greasy just from touching all the cheese 

(Chorus)
On demand with the contraband 
They all doubting, I could never let them stop my plans 
Hella people waiting on me to give my command 
Manifesting my destiny so I might expand

Doubt *RezzyDaCreator + MOTOR*

(Intro) 
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down

(Chorus)
I be going up and down 
Stuck on the couch, there’s no time to lounge 
Life is so difficult to figure out 
I be standing up straight, still end up slouched 
Don’t want your face, I don’t want your mouth 
When you cover your face, you look like a clown 
See my dinner plate, while you in a drought 
Tryna make a play, but you outta bounds 

(Verse 1)
When I’m counting the racks, they start to surround 
Too many people, now I gotta bounce 
We posted up in the trap like a mouse 
I don’t give a fuck if they have any doubt 
Stay hating on me, but that shit don’t amount 
To nothing, cause you is not stopping my count 
I got ‘em so mad, they tryna put a bounty on me till they see that I’m not to be found 

(Refrain)
Found
I found 
I foun-found
(I got) Found 

(Verse 2)
Dog, fucking with me get you sent to the pound 
Yeah, fucking with me, send you back to your crib
I’m with your lil bitch, I’m all in her ribs 
Got babyback on my plate, I need a bib 
That boy is lying, he telling a fib I can tell by his voice and the quivering lips 
I don’t feel any fear when he reach for the hip, he just grabbing his wallet to pay for the zip 
Better yet, lil bitch gon give me a tip, when he show me the guala, I take it and dip 
Talking that shit, but when you see me up you gon ask for a follow and pay for a flick 
Hea-hea-hea-heavy duty just like imma truck, but when I go full throttle I’m chased to the finish 
Hit a lick, get your paper diminished 
My soul on record, I ain’t talking Guiness 
Getting your feelings hurt over some business 
But we know the drill, I ain’t talking bout British 
I-I be going up and down, this is my arc like we living in physics 
I-I-I-I be going up and down, don’t give a fuck how they seeing my image 

(Chorus)
I be going up and down 
Stuck on the couch, there’s no time to lounge 
Life is so difficult to figure out 
I be standing up straight, still end up slouched 
Don’t want your face, I don’t want your mouth 
When you cover your face, you look like a clown 
See my dinner plate, while you in a drought 
Tryna make a play, but you outta bounds

Up and Down *niche**

(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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