Mike Joey - The Motto (Remix) lyrics

[MIKE STACKS] The motto, no spit she swallow, dos equis till' them motherf**ers hollow, I'm just looking down on her give her praise b**h bravo, then she bring her friend in we calling it a combo. I'm a east side kid, wish a p**y would, even if he could p**y b**hes never would, treat your b**hes p**y good, all you motherf**ers forfeit, I'm just slicing up the wood put the paper on a fork---lift. International, from Germany to France, Scottish b**hes say the lochness in my pants. Haters f**ing with my plans, that's a real big no no, you only live once that's the motto homie YOLO. Shouts to Hope Solo, yeah your boy riding solo, ladies show me love playing wit me like a Yo-yo, married to the music give a f** a b**h is kneeling if you f**ing with my money I'mma have to hurt your feelings, cause you f**ing with the realest, tell the dealer what the deal is, purp is what I smoke, all my fans are gonna feel this. I'm drunk, and I'mma tell ya right now, when the lights flip on I'm jumping right in the crowd. So get loud and put ya cups up, and if ya ain't down to f** b**h pull ya trunks up, I'm the man in my city, I don't give a bu*t f**, if your man wanna k** me tell him meet me out front, 1 [CHRIS HEIGHTS] f** what anybody say f** how a hater feel Its Chris Heights b**h I ain't gotta say I'm real You on the bench well I could tell you how ta play the field Gonna make a mill an I don't need a major deal Oh, no, I'm so gone b**h Off them bong rips smoking home grown piff An that's my own sh**, growing out my closet Stoner getting high an I ain't even gotta buuuuuuuy sh** yeah I don't play that, shawty p**y good an I ain't even gotta say that Cause my swag on max on tracks an I hate that I grind like train tracks an reside where the bay at Yeahhh man ill be repping where I'm from Till' the second that I'm done I'mma get it how I does Spitten' verses like you ain't ever heard in your life Don't know how come up with the words to write An its perfect so you don't need to search to find The best out b**h I had to work, an grind An I been saying we been bout to blow We dropping work off planes like Al Capone You hate and doubt my flow running like a fountain tho They can't see me, an I ain't mean to show off But most these other rapper out go soft, an me an him the sh** yeah eah.. [JP] Still smoking my d** And I don't got time for promoting my stuff But the real dudes feel it when you merkin' a beat I done blown through o's of the purp in a week Put your team against mine n face certain defeat Real tough when your talking but in person your weak I'm f**ing hot, y'all bars ain't flirting with heat You got the cash for a boat I got a personal fleet Once I k** this sh** they gonna' be lining hearses for streets I'm high motherf**er like a vertical leap Took an l to the face I'm ripped already Pockets stay full like Rick Ross belly I'm tryna' make some cash off of this game They said hip hop died well I'm robbing the grave f** with me then get ready for a hospital stay Either that or get your f**ing body tossed in the bay You heard!