Movement ft. Cashout Jay Lyrics

Got to get here talk my shit

Know what I'm sayin'

Yeah, Gang

Uh, better get with the movement

I see around and I know you not wit' it for real

So do not play stupid

Cause I got some niggas that's comin' through ruthless

When I drive by know they spinnin' through roofless

If he talk loosely we leave that boy toothless

Askin' for smoke, you don't wanna do this

Shooters like Korver they comin' through two-sick

If I get hungry I'm eatin' at Ruth's Chris

Niggas be cap boy they don't know what truth is

If the fed's ask then I don't know I'm clueless

Like what?

Like what?

And niggas will tell, but we not into that

I keep a (Shh) it go brrt-tu-baht

He try to run we send shots at his back

Aim for his head then we knock off his hat

They lovin' drama they talk on the apps

You switchin' sides typa' opp shit is that?

Like what?

Hold on

And these niggas act hard, *for what?*

But it's not what it seems

Cup of the wok sip a drop of the lean

Gang get the drop then the flock to the scene

Pull up with sticks got a glock wit' a beam, bow

Now I'm back in my groove

Ready for action we never relaxin' at all

That's why I keep packin' my tools, it's easy

I was like- I was like fuck em'

Fuck em'!

Ayo nah, deadass though

Them niggas was scared as shit on God

When I- when I said that shit nigga they was runnin' and shit

Yo, I was like ayo I'm just jokin' nigga

Haha, you feel me bro?

But ayo, ayo pass me that shit though forreal!

Yo!

(Yea!)

Yeah, please do not cross me

I was runnin' them bills up and them pills up

Now they callin' me Cosby

I'on know why the fuck this bitch callin' me

You know I don't stay where them ballers be

Lil treesh yeah they know where the molly be

Givin' brain yeah I know where them scholars be

And I run to the bread get the bag quick

And I- and I spend it at Saks fifth

Love the green I'm addicted to cabbage

Went in dolo walked out with a bad bitch

You know that I'm walkin' in dolo

And I said that I leave with a bad bitch

Wit my niggas ain't rockin' no solos

And my nigga you ain't even savage

Damn, she tried to trap him

You is a lil' nigga yous a average

Put 2 to his head now he stagnant

Forgiatos now that bitch eatin' mad dick

Wit' my niggas ain't rockin' no solos

Turn that lil' nigga to a boat load

I'm a demon at night I'm on go-mode

Said I dive in it like a go-pro

Ain't fuckin' with me on the worst day

You a hatin' nigga, in the worst way

Throwin' cake at me, guess it's my birthday

Playin' games with me, but I don't play

Got a spanish bitch givin' me top now

Roleplayin' she wearin' a ball gown

Niggas see me on top I ain't hop down

Pull up and I'm sprayin' the opps down

(Oh shit)

(That shit was fire though)

(That shit wasn't like)

(That- that shit wasn't like that last shit though)

(On God though)

(Fuck that last shit)

(On God)