Yeah
Ooh
Yeah…
Chorus
Motorsport,
Put that thing in sports
Shawty fat, pop her like a coke (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo),
Jumping out the court (woo)
Cotton candy (drink),
My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears)
Gave my mama tears (mama)
Shifting gears (shift)
On the nawf, get serious (serious)
Hook
Fix all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey),
Now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E!)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Taking away pain ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas ain’t cappin’ this season
Verse 1
Offset!
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini accordance (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)
Piglets, they wet, tears (gets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Chris Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Verse 2 (Cardi B)
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn (aaw)
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stink, they’re cat fishing
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina (skrrt)
Chorus
Motorsport, yeah,
Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a coke (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo),
Jumping’ out the court (woo)
Cotton candy (drink),
My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears)
Gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift,)
On the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj)
Uh, yow,
Watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats; you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mickin’ about
Attention, Imma need you to face front
Y’all don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Sak’s though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Bridge
Brand new Channels (Channels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Aimin’ on committin’ with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Chorus
Motorsport, yeah,
Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a coke (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo),
Jumping out the court
Cotton candy (drink),
My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears)
Gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift)
On the Nawf, get serious (serious)
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