[Chorus]

Bitch, move

We gon' get to shootin' shit like it was YouTube

Diamonds on my neck, and they wetter than a pool

Feelin' like I'm Batman, all black coupe

Rock out like Pantera, bitch, you just U2

I ain't on no old shit, this that new new

GT500 Mustang, feel like the crew too, yeah

I'm just gettin' started, don't you think that I was through

[Verse 1]

I'ma go and dunk on a bitch like I'm shootin' hoops

Pass my gun to 29, we hit that alley oop

Whole lotta cheese, I ain't talkin' alley

Ho must not know I'm posted up in the valley

We gon' cross you off like a motherfuckin' tally

I already told you I'm just gettin' started, this is not no finale

Ayy, I'ma blow his head off like Sean O'Malley

Woah, I finish that boy off, yes, I hit the fatality

No, I'm not talkin' Danny, and we did him badly

They ask if I want a hunnid, I'ma take that gladly

They ask if I killed that boy, yes I did, sadly, woah

How you gon' say that you own me when I made you?

Feel like Destroy Lonely, top floor crew

Them boys cappin', they baloney, they gon' lie to you

Yeah, I know I'm the only one who gon' go shoot

I got bad bitches on me, you got none on you

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]

Bitch, move

We gon' get to shootin' shit like it was YouTube

Diamonds on my neck, and they wetter than a pool

Feelin' like I'm Batman, all black coupe

Rock out like Pantera, bitch, you just U2

I ain't on no old shit, this that new new

GT500 Mustang, feel like the crew too, yeah

I'm just gettin' started, don't you think that I was through

[Verse 2]

Whip out that big choppa, now he shakin' in his boots

They ask if the gods still livin', I'm the proof

If you in my lane, then you gotta fuckin' move

Steppin' in my Rick shoes, made a meter too, woah (Football head, Arnold)

Yeah, told 'em get they minds straight

Run 'em over on the highway

From Monday to Friday

Every day a fried day

And I'm high as a kite, ayy

Blow three hunnid bands, it's a light day

Fuck yo' bitch, her pussy tight, ayy