You Finna Move Out - Cyraq

Uh, yuh, you know what I’m saying

Nigga just, uhm, nigga just gotta move out

You know what I’m saying

Or die or something, you know what I’m saying

I don’t get the point of dissing really because we can just meet up

And just have a shootout in an open field

So like, if you ever wanted some smoke, we can just do that

Meet up and kill each other, you know what I’m saying

Team death match, you ain’t calling the law

Or none of that shit, you know what I’m saying, just like that

Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout

Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now

She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now

Shoot through his window, you finna move out

Glock .26, the Drac' go too loud

32 strikes to the face, now you out

Look at the sco', these niggas got blew out

We shoot back in his lane, get a new route

My uncle moved, now it’s your turn

Shoot when we turn, don’t make no turn

I’ll create a killer if you wanna learn

Throw one punch if you wanna burn

We shot first, quit capping at hoes

Pull up where you stay and we clapping them poles

Ran out with his bitch I be having them hoes

I ain’t kissing I’m fucking and laughing at hoes

I told yo bitch just give me a break

Reach for my chain you gon' reach in the lake

Ima just shoot him, then beat the case

I called Top Shoota, he creeping today

Just shot me a nigga, ain’t sleeping today

We finna trade guns and meet em today

Favorite opp bitch gon' eat me today

Just call me Josh, I’ma sleep with the Drac'

We in the trap with it, he gotta strap

But he gon get clapped when a nigga get shot with it

Or get slapped with it

Clip like a date, I’m taking you out with it

We not beefing if you on the apps with it

Went in my bodies, it was for no reason

I hope it ain’t up, cause I get to squeezing

My old hoe broke, she heard I’m leaving

Catch me a opp, shoot first, it’s easy

Stand over and finish, I’m doing my special

I’m not John Cena, I don’t wanna wrestle

Before it get deep, I’ma pull out that metal

Now he finna dance, he twist like a pretzel

Somebody help him, we just left him

Right in the woods, somebody gon' smell him

Drive by with a new hammer and nail him

Murder she wrote, pull up to his address

Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout

Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now

She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now

Shoot through his window, you finna move out

Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout

Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now

She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now

Shoot through his window, you finna move out