Motivated By Money - The 336 Purge Lyrics

Uh
I heard there's been some shit stirrin' up lately Shit nigga I'm in the Boro too, nigga
Let me elaborate
Heard you say somethin' bout my group
Like I ain't heard of you
You think that you hard, step to the mic and I'll murder you
If you ain't hear from the CEO
Then your shit was not approved
I measure shit like it's a can, no lean, no trace, no mountain, dude
You said you up your nine
Well I upped that J and brine
Give no f*cks, I shoot bout five
You up your guns, on gram, you dry
You ain't shit to me, I diss you on a slow-ass beat, nigga
Man, tired of these niggas, stop playin', go ahead
336, but I'ma up my 223
You may not have heard of me, but I box out like MTV
Shoot this bitch up, never made it out the hood
Like a movie in BET
Give my fat nigga to eat your food, shout out to Ronny with the beat
My pockets stay healthy, they stay green
Your pockets healthy, they stay leen
I'm a super villain, so I ray-beem
On any nigga that say things
That's cap
You niggas ain't got a hall pass
And the AK really finna hall ass
Hit you niggas with the Saw pad
Man, I don't know what he talkin' bout
Niggas say he gon' slide with that nine, man, I'll walk him down
Niggas say they conceded, we'll concede that you gon' f*ckin' lose
Who that nigga talkin' on your side, we don't know you
Tell that nigga f*ck up off my page, why he likin' shit
Flexin' money all up on his page, yeah, I off the kid
Nigga bringin' out the past, like, what he talkin' bout
Oh, wanna talk bout whips, I got a couple more
Talkin' bout them streams, nigga, make a f*ckin' song
I ain't seen a song that you been on and that you been alone
So really think what you talkin' bout, when you speak to me, watch your mouth
We ain't talkin' bout sports and no shit, we sayin' who the best
I'm the best, you the best, MBM the best
Time to find that boy who in the tech and put him straight to rest
Time to drop a 50 on that boy like it's a game of rec
Niggas sayin' he ain't wanna join, like, did I sign your check
No, I didn't, I ain't never hurt you, lil' bro
And if we did, wanted you, sorry, that ain't no more
Shout out to Kwan, I'm throwin' bullets like my name is Romo
And walk down on that nigga, block and shoot him like it's slo-mo
He say he tryna up that nine, he shootin' like he Rondo
Yeah, he had a OK, shootin' percentage, well, shit, what do I know
Tell that boy the world don't want him, when he come move to Toronto
I like to window shot, but I'ma have to up that five below
Ayy, Maad
What's good nigga
I know the beat was supposed to end here, but like
Right
I'ma extend it just so you can talk your shit, bro, alright
Nah, bro, it's cool, bro
Matter of fact, f*ck it, let me go
Uh, uh, uh, uh, talkin' down on me
Yeah, we spendin' blocks, but promise you, we can run on feet
Talkin' bout, I textin' on your girl, nigga, who is she
Only reason why I ain't spray your bitch, cause I don't need to
Pullin' out that choppa, niggas shootin' like I'm Mewtwo
A nigga keep on talkin' bout my rep, but nigga, who is your
Only thing we know bout you is a nigga that just fell off
A nigga that got carried to a chip, but damn, I'm wrong
Nigga think I'm talkin' out my neck, I had a reason
You a nigga tryna talk back, man, that's the difference
Post a snippet, shit is so wack, that's your defense
Matter of fact, let me sit back, it's the off season
Haha, like this offbeat ass nigga tryna f*ck with MBM
Like, what the hell
Keep that shit on SoundCloud, nigga
What the f*ck