Moving Van ft. Ysr Gramz Lyrics

Young Sak Runner

I remember selling grams in the hallway

Free my nigga out the cage he did it broad day

I'm a hustlin' ass nigga I get it all ways

And you know we got you covered like AllState

Where the fuck the weed man at been taking all day

I see you got jewelry on but its all fake

I like a bitch with a real booty her shit fake

This bitch actin like her shit don't stank

I been going crazy lil nigga don't hate

If I tell my brother shoot guaranteed he gone paint

Please don't hit the wood hard you gone faint

I don't really give a fuck what a punk bitch think

I'm a pull the fuck off if you think I'm gone wait

I'm a fuckin' leave her crib this bitch think I'm gone stay

I will not buy weed from you if it don't stank

I fuck with everybody music and I don't hate

I had them pounds on me but I lost weight

I got Off White on on a off day

I remember I used to sell weed like all day

I'm finna call YN tell him call Drake

I ain't tryna change your life baby skip the foreplay

But if I eat that shit out its an entree

Three stacks on me light change I ain't Andre

I'm drunk in love and this bitch look like Beyonce

Yeah okay

Flint stone if we sliding on the opps then yabadabadoo

Hit him with that Bam Bam like who done let the hammers loose

He biting on my style so hard I swear he cracked a tooth

I make my money flip, my bands do gymnastic moves

I'm balling so hard I was never one to practice hoop

Don't tell me your opinion who the fuck was even asking you

This rap shit came to me so I had to do it

I like my pussy bald like a cancer patient

Bitch blew my mind like the JFK assassination

I had to hop into my bag I was procrastinating

Now I'm with Gramz and we son-ing all you rapper babies

Woo, I think I'm burning I'm a sizzle up

This shit been on the flo and all I had to do was lift it up

I lost some of the closest people to me they was switching up

But it's all good because we chillin out in Hollywood

I need a fire truck delivered to the booth right now

We been heating up and I think we 'bout to burn it down

I came a long way the younger me started with an ounce

She asked to blow me down I'm like baby woo with a doubt

Look you can't come around if you ain't found a paper route

And I'm a talk my shit but I'm still humble I ain't made it out

The shit I'm smoking on will knock you out you can taste that loud

Baby if you don't bring them doonies here so I can beat them down

She put up walls and I bust through them like the Kool-aid man

Need a house renovation imma pull up with that tool in hand

If she around me then let's see if she'll choose her man

Told bro we getting out of Flint we need a moving van