Move Along

[Intro: Lil Yachty] Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man My favorite pop to Damn, Baby doin' hits as fuck My favorite pop to, bich Shit, huh, Wa-Water burns so bright [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] My favorite pop to drop in is faygo cream My favorite gun, I got is a Glock 10 mili with the beam I finally learned that all ain't good All ain't what it seems I know it's suicide sippin drank But I love lean I first fell in love with codeine, when I was a teen I told my dawg we can't get rich, when we actin stringy The real fuck wit me cus I'm real and it ain't really many My nigga don't get tricked out the bag playing snake it's planty Move along We ain't entertaining rat niggas who do singalongs Opp backs, beatin down you chest just like King Kong Bitch thinking I'll aplogize, nigga we ain't wrong Bitch suck dick like Kirby, but she hate all my song Where I'm from it don't matter, I'm glad I mate it out All niggas do is chatter, they never shut theit mouth I ain't finish school, I was too broke used Ebt at Ralph's CC's on a VPN tryna bust a bin Getting flights hoping dat it strike on the other end I might, let her spend the night, if she tell a friend Good reviews even if it's bad bring a clientele Bitch think I believe every word, she ain't lying well Scale brock? Fuck the circumstances we gone eye it den Scope on the steak like a micro sized trying pan I nut on her face good for heskin like Collagen My lil brother shoot better then me like I play for the Pelicans Slugs in the judge knock the brains out a elephant Niggas worried bout what I do, they not masculine Nails painted still gang bangin, BG chainbangin Chain hangin earrings big blangin, fuck what they thinkin Rolls Royce tank black on black, we is no linkin Draft day up next, five on it like Abraham Lincoln Ten Mill without blinking, Concrete Boys, Know We ain't shrinking! [Verse 2: Mellow Rackz] I can't steal from Uncle Sam, you know that's my mans Fuck I lied just made hundred bands and I ain't even try Why would I switch up on my mans, I'm a do the time Nike's tied if you checkin, I ain't never trippin Pocket full, give it all in blues know my hunnids crippin Equipped with tools moving like a villain, fuck it never slipping Pick a side multimillions know you who really winnin Can't even lie I'll go against you but you ain't really willing Bitch, move along The things I do ain't right but I can't do no wrong You bitch pulled up w no chesse but pussy provolone He fucking asked me for my nuber type the digits wrong Thug passion red lights tinted, we fuck to gangster songs How could you shine like me? We si's in your prong I just went Richard Mil with the burk burk Somebody tell Soulja boy that was me first Got corvette in the living room, I barely drive Yeah I said it's in the living room, I'm verified All this fucking money scaring me, I'm terrified It's ok bitch I grew up we some scary guys (All is racks on is bitches, Lot of fuck on in up)