The Upcomers (feat. A.yokayy)
I like the way you move
I like the way you move
I like the way
I like the way
I like the way you move
(Rollie gon' stupid)
Been a while since we dropped
Know that these people been waiting, and niggas be hating, but i'll be damned if I flop
Know I was born to develop, a star in the making, i'm soon to be up at the top
I know that plenty folks doubtin' me, say I won't qualify, but I'ma still get on props
I already started, i'm not finna stop
I need my gun to act like all these dirty ass bitches, and catch a body like a freak hoe (psh, psh)
I can't be stuck in my past, my future ahead, I might takeoff like one of them Migos
I gotta tell my young niggas to chill cause they always be goin' off a bean like they Chico
Know that my birthday on May, 17th, but I got my heart broke by a Taurus and Leo (Fuck)
Lotta folks think that it's hard
But this shit really easy you just gotta have dedication
When I rap bitch I go hard when
A hoe listen to it she gon' think I already made it
I'ma aim straight from my target
Like I was an archer i'm gettin' bullseyes on the daily
And I told all the people I rock it I gotta stay inside the sun, cause I'll never be shaded
Everybody say I'm creative,
I tell em I know I did this shit since I was a baby
Every time I walk out the house females say I'm they daddy, but I don't claim em as my baby
Niggas that say they the greatest tell em fall in line cause that spot right there already taken
And bitch I ain't pull up to have no weak ass conversation, just make that ass start shakin'
Make the bih clap, with no hesitation
I'ma go get it, these niggas be hatin'
I want it now, why the fuck would I wait
He want the feature, but he gotta pay
You gotta go lil' bitch you cannot stay
Booked for a show in a whole nother state
Just like cake he can get his ass baked
Just like the earth he gon' get his ass quaked
Matter of fact, he can get his ass cracked
Glock gotta beam I put it on his back
Tell us if he long
Get in my ringtone
Screaming my name when I'm on like a theme song
Try to finesse me, he livin' with three bones
Don't know the name, he said that's B.B. Simone (It's not B.B. Simone, It's B.B. Simon dumb ass)
Why the fuck he be worried
About what I got on, Niggas know when I rap I get all in my zone
Post up on his block now he scared to go home
Oh he in the field?, tell that nigga go long
That bitch FNF?, tell her where she belong (I ain't even to you shawty you belong to the streets, I'ma keep it real with you, I just wanna hit)
I like the way you move
I like the way
I like the way
I like the way you move
(Rollie gon' stupid)
Been a while since we dropped
Know that these people been waiting, and niggas be hating, but i'll be damned if I flop
Know I was born to develop, a star in the making, i'm soon to be up at the top
I know that plenty folks doubtin' me, say I won't qualify, but I'ma still get on props
I already started, i'm not finna stop
I need my gun to act like all these dirty ass bitches, and catch a body like a freak hoe (psh, psh)
I can't be stuck in my past, my future ahead, I might takeoff like one of them Migos
I gotta tell my young niggas to chill cause they always be goin' off a bean like they Chico
Know that my birthday on May, 17th, but I got my heart broke by a Taurus and Leo (Fuck)
Lotta folks think that it's hard
But this shit really easy you just gotta have dedication
When I rap bitch I go hard when
A hoe listen to it she gon' think I already made it
I'ma aim straight from my target
Like I was an archer i'm gettin' bullseyes on the daily
And I told all the people I rock it I gotta stay inside the sun, cause I'll never be shaded
Everybody say I'm creative,
I tell em I know I did this shit since I was a baby
Every time I walk out the house females say I'm they daddy, but I don't claim em as my baby
Niggas that say they the greatest tell em fall in line cause that spot right there already taken
And bitch I ain't pull up to have no weak ass conversation, just make that ass start shakin'
Make the bih clap, with no hesitation
I'ma go get it, these niggas be hatin'
I want it now, why the fuck would I wait
He want the feature, but he gotta pay
You gotta go lil' bitch you cannot stay
Booked for a show in a whole nother state
Just like cake he can get his ass baked
Just like the earth he gon' get his ass quaked
Matter of fact, he can get his ass cracked
Glock gotta beam I put it on his back
Tell us if he long
Get in my ringtone
Screaming my name when I'm on like a theme song
Try to finesse me, he livin' with three bones
Don't know the name, he said that's B.B. Simone (It's not B.B. Simone, It's B.B. Simon dumb ass)
Why the fuck he be worried
About what I got on, Niggas know when I rap I get all in my zone
Post up on his block now he scared to go home
Oh he in the field?, tell that nigga go long
That bitch FNF?, tell her where she belong (I ain't even to you shawty you belong to the streets, I'ma keep it real with you, I just wanna hit)
Credits
Writer(s): Lii Ruthless
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