What U Movin
Yo, lower the blow
Spaceships
(VVS) Coke parties
(Grimlin)
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Migo plug off a white gold
I'm in Texas looking for the Act
They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back"
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain't selling you shit, if you ain't gang bangin'
Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting
Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what you movin'?
Hey (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Off a brick (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Whole motherfucking brick
Old niggas out here living off them old war stories
Fuck that nigga hood, Jimmy Rocket go shoot up the place
Yeah, no plan, the young niggas hop out and they get it sprayin'
The K got a drum, like I played in the band
And the grip on this stick got a size of a can
When I let the bitch go, it gon' sing like Roxanne
We sending them shots at your memory glands
Like Minecraft, we gon' take over your land
You don't think she got ace in the cut
It's a dope boy that buy Pizza Hut
I'm a dog to these hoes like a mutt
I'm on Roosevelt, chilling with Theodore
We got big guns, you haven't seen before
You need 2k, like I don't fuck with EA Sports
Most of these rappers remind me of CP4
I was hard-hittin' nigga, I ain't never go to school
Y'all niggas shit, hittin' licks, what I used to do
Two niggas hopping out the Benz, like a Uber pool
Jimmy, yeah
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Migo plug off a white gold
I'm in Texas looking for the Act
They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back"
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain't selling you shit, if you ain't gang bangin'
Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shootin'
Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what you movin'?
Get to the money nigga, what you doin'? What you movin'?
Extendos, extendos, we don't play Nintendo, we hop out the rental
And walk that boy, now put your thoughts on the ground
I do not talk, but my jewellery too loud
You know that lame shit is not allowed
I'm in your hood and you not around
They don't want beef like a cow
I got these hoes turnin' heads like a owl, squad
You niggas is dead if Big Homie go, "bow", squad
That stick get to wavin' like it's in a crowd
These double-oh-seven guys ain't got no sound
These fuck-niggas talkin' down
Got some shit 'til a nigga run around town
Niggas get a second on the stand, James Brown
I'll leave a nigga body in the lost-and-found
If you wanna be up, gotta stay down
All these hoes gettin' bussed like a Greyhound
I'ma young fly nigga, being honest
'Cause I been gettin' [?]
I'ma run to that bag like Sonic
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Migo plug off a white gold
I'm in Texas looking for the Act (Act, Act, Act)
They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back"
My whole hood full of gang bangers (squad)
I ain't selling you shit, if you ain't gang bangin' (brick squad)
Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shootin'
Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what you movin'? Hey!