Correction Lyrics Motto (Original)* by Gunna

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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 [?]
F**k what you thought, this money the motto

Feed me Vlone, I got V's on my collar (Yeah)
F**k 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 d**k, can't stop f**king 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 f**k all the po-po (Yeah)
but we got it low-low (Low)
'Cause my life Dior and my b*t*h 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 f**k 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)
N***as 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 b*t*h, 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 [?]
F**k what you thought, this money the motto

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