Keep It Movin ft. Bu5 Lyrics

We don't speak on business, we just step and keep it movin'

Nigga, get out my section, worse than a bitch, just like a groupie

Catch me the right lick, I know he sweet, I hit up buda

Catch me in the trap or on the block, posted with shooters

Turn that ten into a twenty, twenty-fifty into a hundred

Fuck with inside my cup and that shit gone fuck up my stomach

Ain't no cap inside my rap, these niggas know just how I'm comin

Niggas mad cause I got right back in my bag and they still runners

Niggas do this shit like every day, niggas in the way

Pillow talkin' to these bitches but won't say shit to my face

And I put in work like overtime, don't never need a break

If them folks get on my ass, I don't do the dash, I do the race

Yeah, sometimes I smoke the weed, not to get high, I like the taste

And them niggas thought I was broke until I put it in they face

Fill him up with five-five six's just to see how much he take

Yeah, I do believe in God, but I put faith inside this Drake

You can catch me on that backstreet with that bankroll and that bomb on me

Percocet, drink, weed, yeah, I got it all on me

Been the man in my house, when they got problems, they put it all on me

Doin' all that sneak dissin', don't make me make that call, homie

We don't speak on business, we just step and keep it movin'

Nigga, get out my section, worse than a bitch just like a groupie

Catch me the right lick, I know he sweet, I hit up buda

Catch me in the trap or on the block, posted with shooters

Turn that ten into a twenty, twenty-fifty into a hundred

Fuck with inside my cup and that shit gone fuck up my stomach

Yeah, there ain't no cap inside my rap, these niggas know just how I'm comin

Niggas mad, cause I got right back in my bag and they still runners

I been poppin' shit for a long time, a bitch can't tell me nothing

Pop a Roxy, mix it with the drink, this shit don't hurt my stomach

Seen a opp bitch in the West End, that lil' ho got to runnin'

Give a fuck bout what a nigga think, lil' bitch, I get the thumpin'

Yeah, that's just that med talk

Swervin' down I-20, I just damn near hit a brick wall

Niggas steady flexin' with the bankroll an the fentanyl

I'ma set the lick up , tell the tech to come and take him off

Real deal stepper, a stomp a bitch and tear my shoes off

Before I'm out here trustin' a nigga, move with my grandpa

I put this shit in motion, my old folks can wash their hands off

I'm the type to handle business, ain't never having my hand out

We don't speak on business, we just step and keep it movin

Nigga get out my section worse than a bitch just like a groupie

Catch me the right lick, I know he sweet, I hit up buda

Catch me in the trap or on the block, posted with shooters

Turn that ten into a twenty, twenty-fifty into a hundred

Fuck with inside my cup and that shit gone fuck up my stomach

It ain't no cap inside my rap, these niggas know just how I'm comin

Niggas mad cause I got right back in my bag and they still runners