Lil Gotit, Gunna - Motto lyrics

(Run that back, Turbo) yeah

I kill em' dead, not feeling no sorrow (yeah)
Choppers and Glocks
They fill 'em with hollows  (Hollows)
I woke up high from smoking gelato (High)
Breaking down pounds with Baby and Pablo
(Hey)
He in the skies,  my plug named Ricardo (Sky)
European rides,  the start is a auto (yeah)
Crawling inside a nineteen gelato (Uh)
I'm thinking twice, prepared for tomorrow
I cut my ties from serving these tacos (yeah)
Call up the line, got Perkies and Narcos
(Brrt)
Bros on the side, they treat me like Cappo
(yeah)
Show they respect, they killing you pronto
Louis V bag, it's filled up with hunchos
Got the front end, I'm goin' to Toronto (Hey)
I went to court and I plead
Fuck what you thought, this money the motto

I know you heard the loud in the
She want Chanel, had lil' JC Penny
I doing well, my best friend in Bentleys
Hundred round drum when we
Pullin' these semis
Love using her lips, you know she gon' lick
Got vibes in the VIP, yeah, we get it litty
I'm in Blaze throwin' ones on
Her ass and titties
Off with the top, the roof, I get it missin'
Hoe gettin' cash, it's not no penny-pinchin'
You spend what you send
It's not long when we buy you
This drip ain't free
Even though then we freestyling
Smoke by the pound, we got packs of exotic
Couple in her hair, spent bands on her body
I am Lil Gotit, lil' bitch, I be poppin'
Pourin' up John Wick
Then they cannot stop me
I get you wet, your buddy, just try me
Run up a bag, then take that shit home
Fan at my show, stuff the dick in her throat
Twenty-twenty, just riding with slime boat
Hiding that fire, you know he a joke
Wash the whole block with sticks and our soap
Nothin' like your basic, your bitty is broke
Back of the May, no whip on lil' horses
I'm fresh out of with blick in my coat

I kill em' dead, not feeling no sorrow (yeah)
Choppers and Glocks
They fill 'em with hollows (Hollows)
I woke up high from smoking gelato (High)
Breaking down pounds with Baby and Pablo
(Hey)
He in the skies, my plug named Ricardo (Sky)
European rides, the start is a auto (yeah)
Crawling inside a nineteen gelato (Uh)
I'm thinking twice, prepared for tomorrow
I cut my ties from serving these tacos (yeah)
Call up the line, got Perkies and Narcos
(Brrt)
Bros on the side, they treat me like Cappo
(yeah)
Show they respect, they killing you pronto
Louis V bag, it's filled up with hunchos
Got the front end, I'm goin' to Toronto (Hey)
I went to court and I plead
Fuck what you thought, this money the motto

Feed me Vlone, I got V's on my collar (yeah)
Fuck what you thought
I'm still chasing these dollars (Dollars)
I keep medicine, I'm so kin to the doctor
(yeah)
No evidence, can't keep me in a locker
I drip like a leak
In these double-stripe Pradas (Drip)
Ain't no secret, I got love for my patna's
(yeah) she squirt on my dick
Can't stop fucking this model (Squirt)
AP, Rolex, the Patek, said no more Movados
(yeah) these rappers slowed down and
Back selling yolo
Back to the block and it's fuck all the po-po
(yeah) buy you a but we got it low-low (Low)
'Cause my life Dior and my
Bitch still need coco (Coco)
Young Wunna the wave
That's shots to the mojo (Wave)
He tryna cuff his wife
I know she a hoe though (I know she a hoe)
Bounce up and down on my stick like a pogo
(Hey) before I got rich
I stopped wearing that Polo
Stop hitting me up
I don't fuck with you no more
My closet like Lennox, I really get flyer
(Flyer)
I'm really getting it, get paid for a flyer
I took four million, receiving these wires
(Wires)
Stay in her mouth like a kid pacifier (yeah)
Niggas burnt out, don't be close to the fire
(yeah) gunna a lion, I strike like a tiger
(Strike like a tiger)
Boss my whole bitch, now I keep a spare tire

I kill em' dead, not feeling no sorrow (yeah)
Choppers and Glocks
They fill 'em with hollows (Hollows)
I woke up high from smoking gelato (High)
Breaking down pounds with Baby and Pablo
(Hey)
He in the skies, my plug named Ricardo (Sky)
European rides, the start is a auto (yeah)
Crawling inside a nineteen gelato (Uh)
I'm thinking twice, prepared for tomorrow
I cut my ties from serving these tacos (yeah)
Call up the line, got Perkies and Narcos
(Brrt)
Bros on the side, they treat me like Cappo
(yeah)
Show they respect, they killing you pronto
Louis V bag, it's filled up with hunchos
Got the front end, I'm goin' to Toronto (Hey)
I went to court and I plead
Fuck what you thought, this money the motto