Move Over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get out my
In my head got a blurry mind
All my visions comin cloudy
You niggas wasn't never tough
Wonder why you gettin rowdy
Hit a lick gimme all the cheese
None of ya niggas be bout it
If you think a nigga worrying
Look at my face I doubt it
Look at my face I doubt it
Look at my face I doubt it
The industry to overcrowded
Wack shit I'm re-route'n
Mumble rap got me poutin
Sad shit get me mad quick
You got a gift and half ass it
Expectations imma pass em
Take ya pen back get off the track
Go home and make it suspenseful
Lookin around were Charlie Brown
I'm lookin for who the fuck sent you
Hope a nigga got full coverage
I'm rearranging his dental
Casanova wit the 2x's
Set trippin a solve a few issues
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get out my
Move
Get back
Ya stereos under attack
I'm bout ta black
Mind go mental
My pen gone describe what I'm into
Hope ya family got black suits
Equipped wit a whole lot of tissue
Killin niggas that's a body bag
Fuck ya life ain't nobody sad
Tryna make it up to the top
I'm pullin in numbers ain't gotta brag
I'm purgin these niggas wit a hockey mask
Black gloves when I empty mags
All red like big blood
On the rise so ketchup
You talk shit so vest up
Still shoot from neck up
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get out my
In my head got a blurry mind
All my visions comin cloudy
You niggas wasn't never tough
Wonder why you gettin rowdy
Hit a lick gimme all the cheese
None of ya niggas be bout it
If you think a nigga worrying
Look at my face I doubt it
Look at my face I doubt it
Look at my face I doubt it
The industry to overcrowded
Wack shit I'm re-route'n
Mumble rap got me poutin
Sad shit get me mad quick
You got a gift and half ass it
Expectations imma pass em
Take ya pen back get off the track
Go home and make it suspenseful
Lookin around were Charlie Brown
I'm lookin for who the fuck sent you
Hope a nigga got full coverage
I'm rearranging his dental
Casanova wit the 2x's
Set trippin a solve a few issues
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get the out my wayyyyyyyyyy
Move over
Get out my
Move
Get back
Ya stereos under attack
I'm bout ta black
Mind go mental
My pen gone describe what I'm into
Hope ya family got black suits
Equipped wit a whole lot of tissue
Killin niggas that's a body bag
Fuck ya life ain't nobody sad
Tryna make it up to the top
I'm pullin in numbers ain't gotta brag
I'm purgin these niggas wit a hockey mask
Black gloves when I empty mags
All red like big blood
On the rise so ketchup
You talk shit so vest up
Still shoot from neck up
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Writer(s): Travon Mckenzie
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