Tsu Surf, Young M.A - Motivated lyrics
Young M.A [Katorah Marrero] Brooklyn, New York. U.S.
[Tsu Surf, Young M.A - Motivated lyrics]
(Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby)
My grandma called me and said
"They shootin’ outside, baby, you okay?"
I'm good, grandma, but that's us
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, it’s a drill mission
He ain't gangin', he ain't bangin'
We don't drill with him
Nah, gang, we don't deal with him
He tried to do the Macarena
But we still hit him (Grah, bitch)
Skrrt, bring the cars out
Plug threw it, I was backin' with my arm out
Right, right, I’m eatin’ pasta
Motivated, watch a nigga eatin' Tasha
(Motivated, motivated)
Baby, why the block hot?
Hit a drill, then we take it to the chop shop
Right, say we’re on the top, top
Who I'm kiddin', celebration when an opp drop
Right
We don't play about it
We don’t play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
I be eatin' pasta
I'm motivated, watch a nigga eatin' Tasha
(Gang) we don't fuck with no imposters
1-800, call a van full of sliders
(Skrrt, skrrt) real killers on the roster
I would never pay a nigga for a body
Look, let a nigga try and try me
I told the prosecutor no, he tried to sign me
Gang
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
Ayy, man, bring the Bloods out
But, I fuck with 'Rip niggas
Bring the cuz out
Thick bitches, stripper bitches
Bring the ones out (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And if a nigga get slick, bring the guns out
(Grrt-bop)
Call up the gang, do a drill on him
Oh, damn, he a pussy, chill on him
The boys in the cut got a pill on 'em (Skrrt)
Got opps in the past and I'm still on 'em
(What's up?)
My gun got big titties, let me feel on 'em
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Big Glock, thirty shots, big clip on 'em
(Grrt-bop)
Jewelry on, toilet water, had to shit on 'em
Big drip on 'em, spent a quarter mill' on 'em
(Okay)
Yo, yo, Surf, what you tryna do? (What's up?)
I heard you got the big Drac', shit
I got it too and if it's war
I got some hitters I could hire too
(Baow baow) it's RedLyfe, Neighborhood
Turn the fire blue
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
I be eatin' pasta
I'm motivated, watch a nigga eatin' Tasha
(Gang) we don't fuck with no imposters
1-800, call a van full of sliders (Skrrt)
Real killers on the roster
I would never pay a nigga for a body
Look, let a nigga try and try me
I told the prosecutor no, he tried to sign me
Gang
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
My grandma called me and said
"They shootin’ outside, baby, you okay?"
I'm good, grandma, but that's us
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, it’s a drill mission
He ain't gangin', he ain't bangin'
We don't drill with him
Nah, gang, we don't deal with him
He tried to do the Macarena
But we still hit him (Grah, bitch)
Skrrt, bring the cars out
Plug threw it, I was backin' with my arm out
Right, right, I’m eatin’ pasta
Motivated, watch a nigga eatin' Tasha
(Motivated, motivated)
Baby, why the block hot?
Hit a drill, then we take it to the chop shop
Right, say we’re on the top, top
Who I'm kiddin', celebration when an opp drop
Right
We don't play about it
We don’t play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
I be eatin' pasta
I'm motivated, watch a nigga eatin' Tasha
(Gang) we don't fuck with no imposters
1-800, call a van full of sliders
(Skrrt, skrrt) real killers on the roster
I would never pay a nigga for a body
Look, let a nigga try and try me
I told the prosecutor no, he tried to sign me
Gang
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
Ayy, man, bring the Bloods out
But, I fuck with 'Rip niggas
Bring the cuz out
Thick bitches, stripper bitches
Bring the ones out (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And if a nigga get slick, bring the guns out
(Grrt-bop)
Call up the gang, do a drill on him
Oh, damn, he a pussy, chill on him
The boys in the cut got a pill on 'em (Skrrt)
Got opps in the past and I'm still on 'em
(What's up?)
My gun got big titties, let me feel on 'em
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Big Glock, thirty shots, big clip on 'em
(Grrt-bop)
Jewelry on, toilet water, had to shit on 'em
Big drip on 'em, spent a quarter mill' on 'em
(Okay)
Yo, yo, Surf, what you tryna do? (What's up?)
I heard you got the big Drac', shit
I got it too and if it's war
I got some hitters I could hire too
(Baow baow) it's RedLyfe, Neighborhood
Turn the fire blue
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)
I be eatin' pasta
I'm motivated, watch a nigga eatin' Tasha
(Gang) we don't fuck with no imposters
1-800, call a van full of sliders (Skrrt)
Real killers on the roster
I would never pay a nigga for a body
Look, let a nigga try and try me
I told the prosecutor no, he tried to sign me
Gang
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it
We don't play about it (Motivated, motivated)