Movin ft. prod. tec shawty Lyrics

Bitch, Big Smoke

Ugh

Yeah

Aye, aye

I'm moving packs from the west to the south

Bitch do not call keep my name out yo mouth

Cannot fuck with people no more cause of clout

I Ran it up, all the way through the town

I Quit making a sound, I was flipping is silence till I got me a pound

Had me a kid so I hadda slow down

But I got me a homie still slanging the drought, told em this how it go

Get me sum product you go onna roll

You sell outta product yo pockets be swoll

Yo pockets be fat like a bitches ego

And if you my dawg since the day we was broke

Better not switch swear to god if you fold

If you singing to anyone swear you will go

Swim with the fishes chopped up by the pole

Copped it for cheap but we upping the score

And I swear to god Doing this for to long

Haven't been caught and I'm staying by code

Switching my ways came from slanging to shows

But if anyone try me I'm snatching a soul

Hop in the whip yeah I souped up this hoe

Cop me a whip to deliver these loads

Going bigger then ever the way that I flow

Don't be asking for the shit when I'm up on the board

Said lil bitch whatchu want

Can't fuck with bums cause they wanting the most

I came from the slums now I'm coasting to coast

Pockets on swoll got my jeans holding 0's

So I strap it up, gotta clip up the belt

You relating to me then you know how I felt

If you getting the cards that you always want dealt

Then you ain't know a damn thing that I'm muffuckin about

You ain't know a damn thing about this muffuckin sound

You ain't know a damn thing about a muffuckin pound

You ain't know how it be to like really get down

You ain't know a damn thing how it's like to go up

Start from the bottom with no fucking help

Ain't even a push off no lil ass jump

Cause everyone watching wit blood on they mouth

So I watched how I stepped coming straight out the ground

They quick to pull off when you getting no money

They quicker to dip when you broker then nothing

I've been feeling both even though I got something

The demons I pour up, the green that I toke

All of these drugs that I'm muffuckin loving

Feeling all icky I keep buying dozens

This Shit getting sticky and I keep on guzzling

I'm drowning in pain but I'm trying to help it

Reason I gain cause it's numbing the substance

The reason they wanting I'm starting the function

Noticed the moves how everyone jumping

So I got me a blick with a muffuckin button

He reach for my money I'm muffuckin dumping

He reach for my family I'm busting then hustling

I gotta go cause this feeling been upping

Richer and richer they making assumptions

They making more options Now I gotta solve them

Talk on my name and we upping the choppa

Getting this money got me counting my dolla

Been doing nothing only getting this guapa

I've Been doing something I'm getting way hotta

Controlling the beat ain't no muffuckin problem

Get in my way then we load up and off em

Came a long way from the bottom to popping

Im popping this bottle we finally made it

She tryin come solve sum lil bitch go and save it

All of sudden when I'm fucking banking

Chef Boyardee how I muffuckin bake it

All of this dirty You know imma save it

Picasso this money the future I'm painting

Told my family stop trippin I know imma make it

Put us on the map Porterville where I stay at

Big smoke, let me Introduce you

I'll never go broke just as long as I'm shooting

I'll never go broke just as long as I'm doing

Chopping the beat turn this shit to movie

I keep it moving the way that I do it

I stay influenced, my money be fluent

I keep on stacking cant never be losing

I pick up the phone always answer with who this, bitch

It's 559 if you wanted some toke

Putchu in the past like a bad fucking joke

They want me on media resting in choke

Do you know who I am bitch I'm fucking big smoke

Light up up wood or this heater I tote

Bitch yeah I'm white but this 40 I'll light

Put him in the trench have 'em drenched like a coat

Ride the beat like a wave you ain't fit in this boat

Lil bitch, yeah I ran it up

Put the clip onna stick if you fuck with us

And you better stay zipped if you hang with us

Don't be making a list better hang it up

And I got me some people who bang it up

And I gotta stay tucked with the banger up

Got my money from whipping I heat it up

On the mic I go stupid like baby n'em

My pockets me full why you saying sum

Ain't nobody around can't be saying nun

And I heard you a rat so I'm snaking 'em

And the way I be flowing be shaken 'em

Do it all for my son and my baby mom

So they see better days and he sees tomorrow

Wonder long I'll stay hope I'm here for long

If my last couple words then I'm thanking god

Ugh, yeah bitch aye

Ugh, ugh, Big Smoke

Bitch run it up, Tell that bitch to come run it up