MOVING QUICK (feat. SRF ALI)
Different person, better picture as of right now I feel atoms breaking, even let the lights
out It's another life, it would've worked out
I'm glad that it's not right now
Moving quick, new scenario I'm right up there, I'm on the radio
Said I'm too up close and I can feel the glow Now I don't see you anymore
In your monster disguise, I see the red eyes Take my shot, I got the dead eyes
Change your form after midnight I pray for your demise, I'm wishing you died
Now you thinking that you coming back, you left me Only want me back cause now I drive a Bentley
I'm right outside, I think I'm ready rolling loud, I hope you ready
Really I think, maybe I should thank you Cause without the shit that you caused me
I wouldn't have been able to be where I'm at today What I'm saying is, you probably would've made me give up on my dream
Thanks bitch
Different person, better picture as of right now I feel atoms breaking, even let the lights out
It's another life, it would've worked out I'm glad that it's not right now
Moving quick, new scenario I'm right up there, I'm on the radio
Said I'm too up close and I can feel the glow Now I don't see you anymore
Speakers up, can't you see that I got it right now I'm tryna fuck, I'm gripping and can't turn the lights out
Bitch I've been busy up in this bitch, got ice like a whiteout Battery to the face, all out for a whiteout
On and on and on and on and on again I just finished it for the perk, it's been too long again
I'm just a fucking jockey, but I've been jogging for the money We ain't nobody, buddy, just come over and put it in your tummy
All the fucked up, swirling in a stolen car Hanging at the backseat, window busting at the bump
And if you catch him and he dead, ain't no coming back from that And I've been hiding all my movements like the feds upon my ass
Bitch blacks, I'm smoking fags in this bitch Man racks, cocaine to cash in this bitch
Like if you weren't gonna get it, I'm in my bag in this bitch I want all the smoke, go tell these hoes so that they know I'm with it
I'm just a fucking jockey, but I've been jogging for the perk, it's been too long again I'm just a fucking jockey, but I've been jogging for the perk
out It's another life, it would've worked out
I'm glad that it's not right now
Moving quick, new scenario I'm right up there, I'm on the radio
Said I'm too up close and I can feel the glow Now I don't see you anymore
In your monster disguise, I see the red eyes Take my shot, I got the dead eyes
Change your form after midnight I pray for your demise, I'm wishing you died
Now you thinking that you coming back, you left me Only want me back cause now I drive a Bentley
I'm right outside, I think I'm ready rolling loud, I hope you ready
Really I think, maybe I should thank you Cause without the shit that you caused me
I wouldn't have been able to be where I'm at today What I'm saying is, you probably would've made me give up on my dream
Thanks bitch
Different person, better picture as of right now I feel atoms breaking, even let the lights out
It's another life, it would've worked out I'm glad that it's not right now
Moving quick, new scenario I'm right up there, I'm on the radio
Said I'm too up close and I can feel the glow Now I don't see you anymore
Speakers up, can't you see that I got it right now I'm tryna fuck, I'm gripping and can't turn the lights out
Bitch I've been busy up in this bitch, got ice like a whiteout Battery to the face, all out for a whiteout
On and on and on and on and on again I just finished it for the perk, it's been too long again
I'm just a fucking jockey, but I've been jogging for the money We ain't nobody, buddy, just come over and put it in your tummy
All the fucked up, swirling in a stolen car Hanging at the backseat, window busting at the bump
And if you catch him and he dead, ain't no coming back from that And I've been hiding all my movements like the feds upon my ass
Bitch blacks, I'm smoking fags in this bitch Man racks, cocaine to cash in this bitch
Like if you weren't gonna get it, I'm in my bag in this bitch I want all the smoke, go tell these hoes so that they know I'm with it
I'm just a fucking jockey, but I've been jogging for the perk, it's been too long again I'm just a fucking jockey, but I've been jogging for the perk
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Writer(s): Braden Good
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