Move
This next record
If it don't move you
You probably ain't even got a ass to shake anyway
You fucking colonizer
If you not gon' move
Then you might as well move
If you not gon' move
Then you might as well
Rude bwoy with a attitude, I'm stuntin'
Mhm, yeah, youngin' gotta move, boy (we don't wanna)
Heard a whoop, whoop
No more running from the blue boys
Now I'm Vince Carter, alley oop
How I'm jumping out the hoop
Won't stick my neck out again for you boys
Tighten up on the noose, nothin' new, nah, nah
This two-door coupe I'm scheming on (yeesh)
All black, all gold on the moodboard, listen up
One time for the nights I was profiled
Let the cam get my good side, both sides 9ooh)
Ain't no lie told, nah, nah, nah
No beef this side, just foie gras (yeesh)
Been bad since sixth-grade mixtapes
Strong back ,chest out, boy, sit straight
Big facts, leave a critic with the stink face (ooh)
So you best look out like first dates
Mh, stuntin' on the net that's a big fake (big fake)
Found out he a fraud, that's clickbait, huh?
Big growth, big work, yeah, big rates
And at this rate, I'm sayin'
Oh, man
Bih, we moving
It's a whole, it's a whole lot of us grooving
I ain't tryna, I ain't tryna hear no excuses
Hit me up when you need some of that soothing
Ay, we moving
It's a whole, it's a whole lot of us grooving
I ain't tryna, I ain't tryna hear no excuses
Hit me up when you need some of that soothing
Put it on me, uh, right now
Put it on me, uh, right now
Put it on me, uh, right now
Put it on me, uh, right, right
Put it on me, uh, right, right
Put it on me, uh, right, right
Put it on me, uh, right now
Put it on me, uh
Swing like batter up, cake like batter up
Head game mad as fuck, torso tatted up
Fist balled up like girlfriend mad at us
Fist balled up like she had enough (aw, man)
Jeepers creepers
Shoulder so cold said, "Season's Greetings"
She's facetious, couldn't turn down
Like we need the speakers
Pack so loud, couldn't keep a secret
Put it on me 'til my knees is weakened
Covered in pink like it's Easter weekend
Please believe it, please believe it, jheeze
I got the custom fit and I know you love to get it
Baby, I must admit it, it's from the muscle
I gotta trust the feeling, I never rush to get it
I gotta hustle, nigga, I gotta hustle
Oh, man
Bih, we moving
It's a whole, it's a whole lot of us grooving
I ain't tryna, I ain't tryna hear no excuses
Hit me up when you need some of that soothing
Ay, we moving
It's a whole, it's a whole lot of us grooving
I ain't tryna, I ain't tryna hear no excuses
Hit me up when you need some of that soothing
We tryna make it move, yeah
Put it on me, uh, right now
We tryna make it move, yeah
Right now
We tryna make it move, yeah
Put it on me, uh, right now
We tryna make it move, yeah
Right now
We tryna make it move, yeah
Put it on me, uh, right now
We tryna make it move, yeah
Right now
We tryna make it move, yeah
Put it on me, uh, right now
We tryna make it move, yeah