Going in Motion - G.I.M Cypher 2 Lyrics

F*ck what you talking bout
Yeah I be ballin now
Try to run the course everytime you be wiping out
Yeah I'm talking my shit, can't wait to pull up and f*ck in yo bitch
She do that gawk gawk 3000 then swallow my kids
She be playing my balls like a pass and assist
Can't wait to have 30k up on my wrist,
Spending 100 bands like it ain't even shit
You other NM rappers better just quit
Can't wait to pick up my bro in a phantom
F*cken these thots and you know they be random
Yo moma and sister be saying I'm handsome
They get in the bed and I bust like a magnum
You broke ass Niggas better make this yo anthem
Pull out the lil tec then I take you for ransom
You got that smoke well I got that bitch to
My bullets be sticking they hitting like glue
Throwing these bombs like my first name was Drew
I ain't repping no blood i ain't repping no blue
I'm fly like a bird and I'm sick like the flu
Live in the hills and just look at the view
You kicking it off but I'm running it back
58 miller you catching this sack
Rolling in Bentley the hoes in the back
Making this money I stay on the grind
Running this shit but it ain't even timed
Going in motion that's what we designed
(Bitch, aye, aye, aye)
Getting this money, yeah getting this cash
Skirt in the Audi an M on the dash
Bullets be flying incredibles dash
You're R.I.P'd you left in the past
I ain't poppin no pills I ain't doing no drugs
You want that good yeah I know a few plugs
My team keep on winning we snatching them dubs
We be iced out like we starting them floods
Chop with a scope it will hit you from deep
Better think twice about coming at me
Pull up n let off like 47 shots
Fill you wit led now yo body in shock
Lyrics in bullets I keep em in stock
F*ck wit me have to deal wit my dawgs
Cut yo head off then I use it as a prop
Spittin liquor got yo ass sauced
Enter the void, n I'm fittin the slot
Eatin beats like enchila.. duhs
I do what I does, the flow zero sub
Mind gone from past abuse to the drugs
But I do give a f*ck
Ima need to combust
A couple daughters and sons
I shoot for the moon and the sun
Enough ain't enough
I'll never be done
You gon touch what I brung
From the heart off my tongue
Fire from the lungs
You can't extinguish or destruct
Just distinguish
Me from the rest
I'm at yo neck
Kill one then on to the next and the next and the next
This shit will never end
Distinguish me from the mess
I'm here and you guessed
The rest was a test
Me and the team blessed
Lyrical shots at Yo chest
Came in the game and I'm taking out pest
I am the king and you all are my guest
Fly like a jet, whole crew on a quest
Spittin this shit from the east to the west
You're in the valley and I'm at crest
We be fly taking off from this nest
Cooking up heat and I be the chef
I am the best do I need to address
Eating these beats need time to digest
Heard GIM, now they obsessed
This is a voice that cannot be suppressed
We on the top and what team gon contest
Lyrical magic what we all possess
Spitting these bars leaving them in distress
My crew at they neck never the less
Put y'all in check We at the top deck
Fantasy factory no Rob Dyrdek
I'm coming first and they after me
Spitting this shit and it be a masterpiece
Group full of Spartans like my name was master chief
Poetry, everyday I'm mastering
Magic in the factory leave em f*cking scattering
Paraphernalia when I phrase
Para dime bags what I place
With every word I say
At this pace
Get to a kilo by the 8th
Grams to the face
Now we in space
Alias is alien
Light radiant
UFO sighting
I F these writings
Walk with the man made of tin
But so courageous
Plot twist
Only one who could plot this
Is Jesus... Christ
The one sacrificed but whym
I don't know just take it and run
For satan finds ya
Apocalypse has begun
The second coming