Move On

Nigga I am the streets Not just the south but I'm the streets I'm your neighborhood nigga They holler stop buck red light but green mean go If people see me on top and they see me broke Fuck a billie we treat 'em like bricks and work items Blunt cuts on the floor but nigga I ain't worried bout it Niggas paying 32 without a problem My plug stopped serving we and we gon' rob em (Keep it moving) That ain't snitch scale, who you fooling? See when you weighin' up mine, gotta watch what you doing Tied up two times, get back to my grind This whole block is mine, you can't make one dime The who by, I'm up like I snorted two lines Two nines in a park peeping out the window blinds Waitng on the paper, waiting on the haters Before they kick my door, I peel 'em like potatoes Pipe down bitch I got 20 diffrent flavors Ask them what happened to those that didn't pay us I got a couple ounces left and I'ma move on (move on) What you waiting on nigga, you taking too long I got a few pounds left and I'ma move on (move on) The government get to us so who boom Middle finger out the window I'ma make it out the gutter Everytime you see me I'm going hard motherfucker Like yeah, keep it moving lil' homie, keep it moving on Yeah, keep it moving lil' mama, keep it moving on Fuckin' niggas wanna compete, they wanna be kingpins They want it for cheap they had me back on CNN (not me again) But no no, me don't sell no dope no more The dope sell itself, me just ride around in blow dro (for sure) (With your hoe) she put her head down then I go slow I go (Oh) then I drop her back off at your door Back to the money like they stole something from me A cap full of goons with their nose all running A full moon (Oh) It's got me growling, can't go in the house until I made a couple thousand Follow me, I take you right where the dollars be You can't talk about your hustle, niggas gotta see Some niggas got paper but they not a G Alphabet boys get 'em in their coopa plea Everybody ain't real shorty, obviously Yeah whatever that you get you ain't got from me I got a couple ounces left and I'ma move on (move on) What you waiting on nigga, you taking too long I got a few pounds left and I'ma move on (move on) The government get to us so who boom Middle finger out the window I'ma make it out the gutter Everytime you see me I'm going hard motherfucker Like yeah, keep it moving lil' homie, keep it moving on Yeah, keep it moving lil' mama, keep it moving on Bitch it got 'em murder, had a, had a hat so he served 'em Draged 'em in an ally and they burned 'em, nobody heard 'em But some body smelled the fumes, I keep telling these kids this is not a cartoon Caught him in a school zone dirty, he only 15 We won't see him 'til he 30, a whole birdie Damn, yeah act like you heard me You might cooperate, still ain't getting out early Niggas love these hoes, can't be away from them Soon they put 'em in a room, that's when they say something (hey let me out) Next thing you know they coming (five oh) Don't let em find no weed, no yey or nothing Tell the judge fuck y'all, I was way in London With my doctor bitch she making plenty money (Yeah) Dickie shorts, house shoes on Drop top playing old school songs, bitch move on I got a couple ounces left and I'ma move on (move on) What you waiting on nigga, you taking too long I got a few pounds left and I'ma move on (move on) The government get to us so who boom Middle finger out the window I'ma make it out the gutter Everytime you see me I'm going hard motherfucker Like yeah, keep it moving lil' homie, keep it moving on Yeah, keep it moving lil' mama, keep it moving on Outlaw nigga, shit they took from us for 400 years I'm about to get every goddamn thing these motherfuckers owe me Fuck all y'all bitch ass nigga, fuck the Police, fuck the President Fuck your mama, fuck your daddy, fuck all you hating ass niggas Matter of fact, fuck you Buck