On The Move Freestyle
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I had to sell my Xbox cop me a new Glock stuck in a jam
They gave him chances chances I done cut off ain't respond to the spams
I'm tryna slide again can't fuck the same one
Had to go hit up the friend
They trynna vibe again fuck around and took one and he had to take it again
Why you still talking bout dude
Ain't in the mood
I'm on the move okay
Ain't trynna come out rude
Put on your shoes
Who said that you can stay
Ride with this rod just me, you, and god heart sunk to the floor when I walked in court
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
Why is you lackin'
Why is you lackin'
Why you ain't packin'
I'll hold it down while you slackin'
But you movin' 'round like your guard ain't up
But why I'm trippin' y'all wasn't raised like us y'all was in the front we was in the back of the bus
When the laws come you don't talk you hush we don't wear purses where I'm from you sus
I know a nigga on lock
When I call he say watching the clock
We was born out of Wedlock
Guard let him out
First post come shop
Tryna send us to the feds now
Moms kick me out
Slept on the couch
You got that call and you broke down I don't know why but he chose that route
Bitch I ain't eating you out
Wish I would
Wish I could
Hoe what you mad about
From Baton Rouge the lil hoe hood can't fuck with it you a snake
They don't say it to your face
Put his ass in his place
Real niggas gonna embrace it
I remember havin' braces
Keep it on em daily basis
Getting faded every day
They don't see what you chasin'
Keep it on em daily basis
Gettin' faded every day
They don't see what you chasin'
They don't see what you chasin'
I had to sell my Xbox cop me a new Glock stuck in a jam
They gave him chances chances I done cut off ain't respond to the spams
I'm tryna slide again can't fuck the same one
Had to go hit up the friend
They trynna vibe again fuck around and took one and he had to take it again
Why you still talking bout dude
Ain't in the mood
I'm on the move okay
Ain't trynna come out rude
Put on your shoes
Who said that you can stay
Ride with this rod just me, you, and god heart sunk to the floor when I walked in court
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I had to sell my Xbox cop me a new Glock stuck in a jam
They gave him chances chances I done cut off ain't respond to the spams
I'm tryna slide again can't fuck the same one
Had to go hit up the friend
They trynna vibe again fuck around and took one and he had to take it again
Why you still talking bout dude
Ain't in the mood
I'm on the move okay
Ain't trynna come out rude
Put on your shoes
Who said that you can stay
Ride with this rod just me, you, and god heart sunk to the floor when I walked in court
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
Why is you lackin'
Why is you lackin'
Why you ain't packin'
I'll hold it down while you slackin'
But you movin' 'round like your guard ain't up
But why I'm trippin' y'all wasn't raised like us y'all was in the front we was in the back of the bus
When the laws come you don't talk you hush we don't wear purses where I'm from you sus
I know a nigga on lock
When I call he say watching the clock
We was born out of Wedlock
Guard let him out
First post come shop
Tryna send us to the feds now
Moms kick me out
Slept on the couch
You got that call and you broke down I don't know why but he chose that route
Bitch I ain't eating you out
Wish I would
Wish I could
Hoe what you mad about
From Baton Rouge the lil hoe hood can't fuck with it you a snake
They don't say it to your face
Put his ass in his place
Real niggas gonna embrace it
I remember havin' braces
Keep it on em daily basis
Getting faded every day
They don't see what you chasin'
Keep it on em daily basis
Gettin' faded every day
They don't see what you chasin'
They don't see what you chasin'
I had to sell my Xbox cop me a new Glock stuck in a jam
They gave him chances chances I done cut off ain't respond to the spams
I'm tryna slide again can't fuck the same one
Had to go hit up the friend
They trynna vibe again fuck around and took one and he had to take it again
Why you still talking bout dude
Ain't in the mood
I'm on the move okay
Ain't trynna come out rude
Put on your shoes
Who said that you can stay
Ride with this rod just me, you, and god heart sunk to the floor when I walked in court
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
I know I'm scarred but why I don't feel love
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Writer(s): Caleb Lavalais
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