Fell in Love Moving Weight
Come in last, if you fuck with me, yeah
On yo ass if you fuckin wit my team, yeah
Let em fly, bullets at yo wig
Gotta sling, everybody eat
I been fiending for that money bitch
Still don't got no drip
Still gon take yo bitch
Toss you In the garbage can
Rappers on that funny shit
What they muttering?
Still they under me
Sally be that southern jit
Yeah the Grey been bout it
You tote that pole I doubt it
Sliding by no 9-5
That cash'll rise get gaudy
I done copped a brand a new shotty
I don't need no shawty
Why the lies don't idolize
She down to ride I doubt it
Bitches fake the morе that I get
(what, what?)
Racking up give the trappin up
Fuck that I'd rathеr be locked, boy
Don't come to me you get popped
That yapping done gon snatch em up
Odi toss em in that trunk yuh
Grey done upped the glow, boy now they don't know how to act
(they don't know)
Take the bread you broke bitch, I know you coming right back
Never needed no hoe boy, all I ever need is that pack
Separate from my old self, yeah Sally staying intact yuh
Ride around, yeah
Wit the beams, yeah
On my C, yeah
Finna make em Z, yeah
Go to sleep, yeah
Go to eep, yeah
Fuck me I pop it, let it sting ya
Every bitch is pressing when I'm getting off the dope
(no I ain't)
Rolling in my grave, if I ever quit the the smoke
Tell em get to steppin if they can't deliver throat
(get out)
Rather be alone, bitch I'm smoking while I roll up
Holy matrimony, fell in love with the pack
Imma smoke it til it's gone or til my vision go black
Chemical imbalance, got my brain outta whack
Derailing all my focus, getting on and off track
What's this fecal matter y'all spittin
I got demon eyes blood spillin
Such a sweet demise
I'm peakin out of the boulder where I'm living
Y'all blindly abide For dreams provided
By your local drug dealer
(where you at?)
See teeth and eyes
I'm geeking out as I'm creepin back the villa
See that smirk upon my face
I fell in love moving weight
(love moving weight)
My phone be blowing up
They keepin me off the plane
(me off the plane)
Flippin like I gotta move the bangs out the way
(bangs out the way)
That green that get ya right we puffin on that day and day
(yeah, yeah)
Ride around, yeah
Wit my woes, yeah
Smokin O's, yeah
Got me in my zone, yeah
Fill my nose, yeah
Like a pro, yeah
When it goes
Everyone can suck my gonads
Lobotomized myself, I had to turn the fuckin safety off
(pop pop pop)
Cauterized by hell, when niggas hate I shake it off
Sodomize my wealth, you know I had to fuck a check up
On the rise, I fell and now I'm aimin from the neck up
On yo ass if you fuckin wit my team, yeah
Let em fly, bullets at yo wig
Gotta sling, everybody eat
I been fiending for that money bitch
Still don't got no drip
Still gon take yo bitch
Toss you In the garbage can
Rappers on that funny shit
What they muttering?
Still they under me
Sally be that southern jit
Yeah the Grey been bout it
You tote that pole I doubt it
Sliding by no 9-5
That cash'll rise get gaudy
I done copped a brand a new shotty
I don't need no shawty
Why the lies don't idolize
She down to ride I doubt it
Bitches fake the morе that I get
(what, what?)
Racking up give the trappin up
Fuck that I'd rathеr be locked, boy
Don't come to me you get popped
That yapping done gon snatch em up
Odi toss em in that trunk yuh
Grey done upped the glow, boy now they don't know how to act
(they don't know)
Take the bread you broke bitch, I know you coming right back
Never needed no hoe boy, all I ever need is that pack
Separate from my old self, yeah Sally staying intact yuh
Ride around, yeah
Wit the beams, yeah
On my C, yeah
Finna make em Z, yeah
Go to sleep, yeah
Go to eep, yeah
Fuck me I pop it, let it sting ya
Every bitch is pressing when I'm getting off the dope
(no I ain't)
Rolling in my grave, if I ever quit the the smoke
Tell em get to steppin if they can't deliver throat
(get out)
Rather be alone, bitch I'm smoking while I roll up
Holy matrimony, fell in love with the pack
Imma smoke it til it's gone or til my vision go black
Chemical imbalance, got my brain outta whack
Derailing all my focus, getting on and off track
What's this fecal matter y'all spittin
I got demon eyes blood spillin
Such a sweet demise
I'm peakin out of the boulder where I'm living
Y'all blindly abide For dreams provided
By your local drug dealer
(where you at?)
See teeth and eyes
I'm geeking out as I'm creepin back the villa
See that smirk upon my face
I fell in love moving weight
(love moving weight)
My phone be blowing up
They keepin me off the plane
(me off the plane)
Flippin like I gotta move the bangs out the way
(bangs out the way)
That green that get ya right we puffin on that day and day
(yeah, yeah)
Ride around, yeah
Wit my woes, yeah
Smokin O's, yeah
Got me in my zone, yeah
Fill my nose, yeah
Like a pro, yeah
When it goes
Everyone can suck my gonads
Lobotomized myself, I had to turn the fuckin safety off
(pop pop pop)
Cauterized by hell, when niggas hate I shake it off
Sodomize my wealth, you know I had to fuck a check up
On the rise, I fell and now I'm aimin from the neck up
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Donovan Dubich
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