Move On! Lyrics

My Nigga just move on

I pull with hundreds of killers

Enuff with the feelings

I’m too gone

I put you in duffles

Like you was a milli

My name is a coupon

Like really I’m nutty

I need supervision

Like I’m in a group home

My nigga I’m too strong

She n love with the boy for the benefits

I don’t give no air to my nemesis

I don’t have no room for no Benedict Arnold

Pull the trigger

Like this Sega Genesis

Alpha pull up with the Ruger’s

While you be online with computers

While you was in quarantine

I was ignoring the news

Out here making maneuvers

While you was at home fraid of Covids

Boy I was on go with the old heads

Like these nigga fraid of the flu

Wanna see what they do

When we start sending baldheads

Yo way

No play

You don’t get no spins in my iPhone!

Okay OJ

Don’t make me pull up on your wife homes

I’m quite grown

And I’m telling you now nigga

Alpha don’t give a fuck

I’m not homes

I hear my name out your mouth

And it’s going to be nip n tuck

I swear to God nigga I live it up

And I am making it harder for niggaz brah

And you can’t ignore the signs

Get on your grind

They coming to get it and get it brah

Hit em up

Hit em up

Hit em up

Lil nigga you were not lit enough

I slid in this bitch

With the digits brah

Had to shit on these bitches

To get this far

I only show love for my day ones

My fans the only ones I pray for

I stay with the sauce like I’m A-1

Just went and bought my new bitch and A4

Yeah

And I really do think that I’m out of my mind

Addicted to digits I’m out on the grind

If you in the trenches

I’ll pass you a dime

So you can smoke with me

My nigga we flyin

My Nigga just move on

I pull with hundreds of killers

Enuff with the feelings I’m too gone

I put you in duffles

Like you was a milli

My name is a coupon

Like really I’m nutty

I need supervision

Like I’m in a group home

My nigga I’m too strong

I went from the trench to the league

I went from the bench to the block

I did it intentionally

I didn’t make room for my ops

Homie you know I’m not done

My nigga this j ust the beginning

These women they know how I come

Give credit my pocket are pregnant

Alpha the reason that bitches is switching

Up up

I’m not a cook but I’m a whiz in the kitchen

Yup yup

Turn up the hook if you need my perspective

She gonna look cuz she need me for breath bitch

That’s Toni Braxton get rack before break

My Nigga just move on

I pull with hundreds of killers

Enuff with the feelings I’m too gone

I put you in duffles

Like you was a milli

My name is a coupon

Like really I’m nutty

I need supervision

Like I’m in a group home

My nigga I’m too strong