ON THE MOVE ft. OTW & vaguebdz Lyrics

Im with the gang and we been on the move

Fuck out the way, let me get in my groove

They tell me it's hard, that shit the truth

Got me some cars, under one roof

Feel like I'm home when I'm up in the booth

This the AR and it's up in the coupe

This the AR and I'm keepin' one too

I'm spittin' bars, and they all about you

You told me we stickin' together like glue

Well, where did you go?

Im with the gang and we all grippin' fours

It's hard when they switchin' right under your nose,

And nobody knows

Run on his block and he turn to a ghost,

the 40, it blows

I'm never stoppin', we always on go,

I feel like a pro

Diamonds gon' shine and bitches gon' glow

They makin' it snow

I'm missin' you when I'm out on the road

And I feel by myself

Mama told me I should care about my health

Walk in the store and I clear out the shelf

Walk in the store and buy six different belts

And they all Chanel

Double G's real and I know you can tell

By the way that it feel

Shout out to bro hope he get out on bail

He up in that cell

That's what you get when you ship packs in the mail

And hope that they sell

Put on my mask when I'm out on a drill

we shootin' to kill

Im with the gang and we been on the move

Fuck out the way, let me get in my groove

They tell me it's hard, that shit the truth

Got me some cars, under one roof

Feel like I'm home when I'm up in the booth

This the AR and it's up in the coupe

This the AR and I'm keepin' one too

I'm spittin' bars, and they all about you

You told me we stickin' together like glue

Oh, say we stickin' together forever

And you told me that I'll do it better

I had you Gucci'd out with the leather

I don't care that shit light like a feather

I got some killers who hop out the Sprinter

Feed him some bullets, he eatin' for dinner

She said she good, but you know she a sinner

They takin' L's, but you know I'm a winner

Louis V coat just for up in the winter

Gun wet him up, turn that boy to a swimmer

Diamonds gon' dance, I'm in love with the glimmer

Your fate in my hands while I'm clutchin' the trigger

Bang, bang, bang, let it click clack

Double twin Glocks better get back

Hit his stomach, he needin' a shit bag

Choppa talk, I'm callin' it chit-chat

Like I said, our pockets get big fat

Tryna guard me, that's a mismatch

Aim at his head, yeah, I'ma hit that

Fill him with led, you wont get your get back

I fuck with the Benz but I want the Vette back

Make that boy fade away like I told him to step back