“Motion” Picture

Lyrics

[Intro] (Triage) (J Milly, what up?) [Verse 1: JB Bin Laden] She want a young turnt nigga She want the man, not the man in the middle Can't trust these bitches, my demand is stiffer No bap in my rap, let me paint you a picture See, I can go way back, bitch, I been that nigga You catch me in public, see, I keep a blicker You say you gon' uh, bitch, I beg to differ Yeah, when I'm alone, I'm still with them niggas I lost a lot of niggas to the trenches L'A Capone face up in a pendant We can get it on, know my clip extended We can't get along, this shit never ending [Verse 2: CEO Trayle] I'm just worried 'bout the score whеn I look at it It was 5:54 when we did this shit Saw the caskеt, we closed it and finished it She won't drop me no more los, know I'm killin' shit He disguised as a snake, he was slitherin' What the fuck? Boy, what's up? Why you fidgeting? Might go back to that bitch that I hit again If we make it out this shit, we can live again Pop a Percocet, slow the adrenaline If you told and you know, you ain't gettin' in Couldn't hang with them niggas, wasn't fittin' in Smoke a strain, this another stain 'til we get them M&Ms, 4 [Verse 3: JB Bin Laden] I'm fresh as fuck when I'm comin' through Niggas hate and switch up, what I did to you? Damn, I hate that shit really is fuckin' fu' [?] told me, "Don't let that shit get to you" I was gone, but I'm back, now I'm feelin' it [?] was just poor, I remember it Now I got my own house with a safe in it Ben Frank, he attendant, he runnin' it He done took off to space and he chillin' now Bankroll big, Mike Amiri, they fittin' now Niggas' pockets ain't got shit but linen now I was really [?] loads, I'm the middleman Now I'm up, shit stuck, shit different Move militant, belligerent It's only us, ain't many friends It's locked in, no gettin' in This Ruger right here, it's an F&N Keep a shooter right here when I'm steppin' in I'll shoot you myself, what the fuck you sayin'? Nigga, who ain't like what? Stop fuckin' playin' Whole gang lit, it ain't just one man Baccarat, Bond No. 9 I'm sprayin' Cross T's, dot I's, I'm a grown-ass man Can't fuck with me, that's all I'm sayin' [Outro] On foenem